resting on asphalt

red umbrella

resting on asphalt
after the rain has fallen
you asked me to be patient
to wait and I did
even now I search for forgiveness
the smallest apology to give
myself
for wasting a year and more on you
lies that twisted the earth
beneath my feet
and turned the sky
so that I cannot watch the stars
the red reminds me
spilled out like blood
on the driveway
there is strength in failure
there are gifts
in the cracks and forgotten fissures
if I am willing to let go
of the boiling words
that could not be spoken
not then and left me blistered
I am not there
I am not here
I am lost in the curved belly
of another raindrop
waiting to fall
~

leigh-anne fraser

calling along the lines reflected

still

calling along the lines reflected
I am drawn in sunlight and soft petals
above and below
please remind me that the tearing
at my soul is from my own fingers
not the wind or ice
or absence

whether a still pond or congested street
smacks me into now
who has to realize
but the sleeping and restless soul
that haunts the corners
of my mind
who has to change and work
unfold and unknot
the rope and other bits
floating still

just me

I listen to the breathing
the wheezing and crying
the shouting and utter silence
through the open window
until I can stand it no longer

fingers dipped in the pond
I remember.

above
below
and everything inbetween
~

leigh-anne fraser

I forget to breathe

light at night

 

I forget to breathe
when I am with you
night breeze distracts
like a touch of fingers
to my neck
I am lost in the kiss
you left me
my heart has flown
in carnival fashion somewhere
my body I have forgotten
seeing it go
my eyes fail in this
a fantasy of lights
and improbable dreams
my ears refuse
and hear nothing
not until you wrap me
in your arms
does the air pull itself
through my lungs
and a smile
explodes above us
like lights on a ferris wheel
against the night sky
~

leigh-anne fraser

blurred lines along the highway

blurred lines along the highway
twilight trees and empty fields
the wind takes the journey
and my heart is squeezed
tight as a fist

it is too late in the day now
to tell you that I love you
too late in this lifetime
to remind you
they have broken the way
I can only let them be
day has ended
with another anniversary

I can’t breathe,
my eyes filled with regret
tears fight on the edges
and I may be stronger now,
the gift bigger than
I can ever know

small consolation
as the sun disappears
with the last of what was
none of it matters
the past is in
the aftermath

~

leigh-anne fraser