Tethered Love


scratching at hidden scars

plucking on unstrung guitars

re-freezing my halo of thorns

& lowering it over like a noose

beneath the wild rose moon

of a love once tethered

upon the ladder top

ready to leap

to become a cemetery secret

that made the ghosts too scared to speak


don’t dare

whisper of a future

carried in sun trails of dust particles

spreading the silenced news


spare saying

the grace of honesty & trust shared

is as easy as the daily rising

sun of tomorrow


sorry, but

you remind me of somewhere

I’ve could’ve, should’ve,

& don’t dare be…



(100 words)