Archive for March, 2012

31
Mar
12

again

Again,

I find myself

Haunted

By memories

Of her-

Skin

So soft,

And

Hair like silk,

Between my fingers,

As I inhale

Her

Into

My lungs

And memory.

The smell

Of her,

So permanent

After all this time,

As so many things

Fade

From memory.

The taste of her,

Forever

On the tip of my tongue,

And

Always

Within reach

Of memory,

Haunts me

Sweetly.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 31, 2012

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20
Mar
12

my old poems

Tattered,

Yellowed pages,

Broken spines,

Fading ink,

Softening memories,

Dusty covers,

Sitting on the shelf

Watching me

And wondering

When I will return

To them,

And ask them

What happened

To us both

Over the years.

Who misses

Who

More?

I fear them

More than they fear

That I won’t

Return

To them.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 20, 2012

20
Mar
12

sunset

I can still

See

And feel

The cracker crumbs

On the blanket,

With bits

Of cheese

And sweating cold cuts

In the setting sun.

Wine

In plastic cups,

And memories

Being born,

As the day

Ended

In a burst

Of color

Before fading

Into a darkened horizon.

A thin blanket

Over our shoulders,

And arms

Around

Each other,

Fighting

The chill

And desire

To leave for the car

And the heater.

Wanting

To stay

There

In that moment-

Shivering

For so many reasons.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 20, 2012

13
Mar
12

fragmentia

She lies

There,

Tangled in a bed

Of knotted sheets

And missing pillows,

With her dark hair

And darker eyes,

Shining

In the morning light

Piercing

Through the still

Of breathlessness.

***

I still feel

Her skin

When my eyes

Are closed

And she is

No longer

Beside me-

The softness

And the warmth

Of her touch,

And her breath,

Against my neck,

As our bodies

Ignite

With contact.

***

The stray

Long black hair,

Clinging to my clothes,

Waiting

For me

To find it,

And remember her.

***

Her smell

Sticks to my skin

Briefly,

But she is

Permanently

In my memory,

Long after

I am

No longer able

To distinguish

Her

From myself.

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 13, 2012

13
Mar
12

Searching

Searching for

Words,

For meaning,

For peace,

For rest,

For dreams,

For my self.

 

Staring at

The emptiness

Waiting to be filled,

By words,

By answers,

With hope.

 

Hoping

To find the missing pieces and answers to the questions that have haunted me for far too long.

 

Timothy Vance Jackson

March 3, 2012




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