#wrtrble

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

some absences do not leave quietly they settle into the chair across from yours into the petals of roses into cups of coffee gone cold each teardrop catching light a promise distance is only a season and seasons always remember how to turn

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

your eyes painted storms gray storms that pull at the shore of me your lips carry the heat of unfinished poems half-breathed into the evening air

the beret slips like a secret a tilt of rebellion against quiet obedience every pencil stroke whispers "you are both muse and flame"

i want to trace the blush rising on your cheek with fingers stained in charcoal and longing to know if the warmth on canvas burns as fierce as the warmth of you

you are a sketch that refuses stillness ink trembling so close to life a softness sharpened by shadows a question i ache to answer

...touch

**Art is mine**

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Good Morning everyone...it's been a while, but in case you didn't know it, I love you all!

~Kevin

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i am undone by the way she turns half smile half wildfire

and still

she lets me look like art was finally looking back

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

because i could not keep what stayed it moved along without my say and left me standing by the gate where moments pass and do not wait

the hours pressed against my skin like quiet guests that wander in then slip away without a sound no map to mark where they are bound

i thought to follow but grew still time obeys no human will it carries all we cannot hold and turns the warmest breath to chilling cold

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

petals bow with dew your silence fills the garden morning learns to ache

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’m not afraid of dying that part stopped haunting me years ago what unsettles me more is how quietly it happens in borrowed smiles in swallowed words in walking away from versions of myself that once begged to stay pieces fall off in silence yet somehow i keep ...breathing

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

sing now... o quiet breath that follows after the clang of days and labors spent in dust when hands fall still and every fire grows ...gentled and all bright iron bows its edge to rust

i walked among the noise of men and thunder took their names like embers in my chest yet here at dusk the world unlearns its shouting and lays its weary whispered voice at last to rest

so let me fade as fields in evening’s keeping no louder than the quiet that claims the sky for what we are is carried past our knowing and even stone remembers how to

...die