Category: Poetry

To wish I could
Go back
Go back to who I was before
Before

The Decision

To play out my own timeline with a different _______.
To see where I could have gone on
-And of-
My own volition

Like a dream of inconsolable

Crying

Sadness
Despair
Loneliness

Like the difference of being alone
And being lonely
The weight of this sorrow is crushing
Suffocation is my friend with whom I wait
Inhaling every dream as my endurance

Suffers loss after loss
Superimposed over a deficit of option
Finds my language is frozen

In time

The time I Lost you Forever.

© K. James Ribble

Discovery of understanding
I am given unto you
A clarity of self, shed
Vicarious tears on
Trampled fears of
Taciturn sorrows – so
I am surrounded like lucid dreams
The Coalescence of you and I
We become arbiters of
Beginning, the prescient impulse to
The forged go-between of
Kindness and all the love
We can hold.

© K. James Ribble

Past entrance

Past sentence

Past all that I am

I equalize between

Imagination / encasement

Embraced endurance

Unassigned filigree

Like the recidivist lyricism of a

Spurious thief

I’ve become

The light harbored

Unspoken for

© K. James Ribble

You’ve conspired to pare me as seigneur of your heart
A complement to an exalt I cannot bear to lose

I hear it in the dusky song of your cerulean eyes
The discursive emergence of a Life Genuine to the

Full overbrim of an incarnadine love so
Smoldering, so embraced by your sojourner arms,

A blistering wrap of our souls becomes heated desire
Beyond surfeit to consummate creation of perfection –

There can be no poverty of consequence between us
No deprivation can exceed our baleful hearts while

We find the fire of discovery within our pyretic
Amory, a yearning lust simply to ingratiate our past.

We are one now.  Completion.
Perfection.
 
 
© K. James Ribble

You and I came from before this,
This sudden anamnesis has become the house
Of our beginning like the anticipation of snow
Just before it begins to fall.

K. James Ribble

My place on this Earth a
Foliage day in Autumn carries
A leaving of departure – the errant
Defenestration of owing my equinox.

To this unease I am the mismatch
Of a consoling wind, a cenotaph
Of skyloss to a sinking star as if
My birthright to a lover’s misgiving

Paints a fainted river asleep within me.
In this forest silence (an instant) now
My heart lays down beside you oblique to
A Canopy of Loss imposed by disbelief so

I re-lie on stones of our contentious gait
The over-stride of walking towards us, it
Takes me breathless, signifies sunrise
To my heart realized by your azure smile.

© K. James Ribble

The probity of the wind
Has lost its variant thoughts
To existence, lost to the presages
Of my heart, my only thoughts of you.

More precise than a decision like
Imagination turned idea to become vision,
I slake my thirst of you towards its light
A mosaic of the same variants you gave to me

As if our drink of each other was not enough.
You came to me like this cipher to unfold
Even the wind had lost its way along your
Eyes, your lips your breath of chaos and choice

That I may overcome my derision of believing
I could ever be enough for you, as if my heart
Were inlaid to the same ivories and abraxas like
An angel consecrated, lost to your sacred love.

It is I now unfolding before you
Defied by my secluded heart, as the pain
Of not knowing whether you will ever be there
Escapes the grasp of honesty time can never hold.

© K. James Ribble

Rhapsody realm finds
My new imagining
Become solipsistic – my heart a
Diaspora of Life
Surrounded by
Sphere of Self molded from an
Autumn moon of jurisprudence
Fathom delights of the night
Like torment meant for
Darkness undiscovered,
Careful not to un-due
Judgement find owning rules
Belies the trauma of conscience
A grace before my soul undone
Above this pain a
Window into [the] living
A grasp of time like
Gasp out-of-air privilege of
Unknown sunlight of Winter’s doubt,
Into the Doubt of night.

© K. James Ribble

Bolted from a dream, this dream
Burned to memory like parchment

Embossed, its impression left on
The fragile notes of my reverie where

Remembrance comes alive, reflective
To the touch like hope is tactile to

The rise and departure of superstition
I am a callous apostate, falchion raised

Screaming to the heavens in fiery draught
I reach for attendant understanding trying

To make sense of where my dream has been
As I ingest the facetious smiles

Of angels their humor lost on the very
Manuscript where I record these visions

Their recounting contrasting my conjecture
Finding my own evidence that falls to

The confines of these very words (of doubt)
That anything has happened at all –

It was just a dream.

© K. James Ribble