Ink Stains
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James M. Piehl
James M. Piehl was born in Worcester, MA. This is his fi rst collection of poetry. He began compiling this in college while working on his BA in Journalism. He graduated from the University of Massachusetts. James is also involved in his community doing theatre. He is also avid in photography and painting.
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Ink Stains - James M. Piehl
Four hours ’til dawn
1.jpgSomething you will not know like I know
is your own breath
in these hours before dawn
Before the light is at the door
like an executioner
calling us to the gallows
Something you will not know
like I know
is the exit
and why I leave this way
we cannot explain
or how your arms will reject
any reunion
to expel the ache
of what we have learned together
Something you will not know
like I know
is how I held the stitches together
this long
knowing they would burst
on a day like today
Something you will not know
like I know
is it was over before we even got to here
Even before we agreed
tonight was the end of forever
forever
And something you will not know
like I know
is how I always desperately slip into the daylight
before you wake
praying for the strength
to keep walking away
Day breaks
1.jpgStone capped angel
and a mushroom dance
sun bright with a devilish smile
That orange flame
flicker box
north of the forest
North of the border
between pain and the mountains
One giant white flurry
One more gust
One more good gust
And the shadows
The ever growing dark
The long length between
light and black
or this grey light
One more deadly flicker
of present and memory
One more goodnight
snuffed out
and day breaks like a lit cigarette
as she moves like smoke
Sun rises
Sun sets
Downy hair on a downy pillow
Good morning
becomes good night
Good night becomes
peek-a-boo with little hands
and the shadows hide like fame
in a death camp
My baby, my baby she cries
One tear
and the rain starts
One grey cloud
One dark
One empty
One day
black as night
Dawn
1.jpgMy heart lay in a hospital
half a day away where my hands
could not hold
Here, the rain battered the bus window
and I wanted to bottle the lightning
like fire flies in a Summer field
Save it for an ordinary day
Keep it just out of reach
of the children
But here in the less ordinary
the rain beat my window
and the lightning showed nothing
more than a blue light on everything
And my heart was breaking
in those long blue lines
How long could I wait
and not feel like a coward anymore,
Without tearing myself in half again
How long could I wait?
I needed to see a fire in her eyes
to know it was still burning
because my light was slowly dying
as I was beaten all day
in front of