Poetry: Selections from Stephen Jarrell Williams

Again And Again

Out my window

trees stand swaying in the breeze

telling stories

of how the sky paints itself

distant mountains

slow breaking their backs

stars telling

what they've seen

all the falling down

earth and bodies

all over the world whisper of lips

cracking of brittle bones

but we continue

outlining the beauty

we see everywhere

time moving

we square our rears

backed into a corner

shoulders hunched

ready for the great escape

or the kill point

explanation dot

we become the nut ball

hiccup laughing

charging

straight

then veering to the left and right

fear tags

final destination

the end

finding

the beginning

again and again and again.

Side View

You look at me

side view

hiding your better half

for others

and I live through it

time after time

years in the running

praying

you'll change

into what I dream

repeatedly

in my open pit at night

where I kiss you

in my circular wall tower

lips of the moon

rising

without a side view

of you

and I am complete.

Isn't It?

It's all in the details

they say with tired eyes

drooping 

mirrors in their minds

with six cups of coffee

after all the night fits

telling what they always wanted

and got what they didn't want

not fair

but conceding

the world is...

fill in the blank.

But then...

it's how you look at it

isn't it?

Stephen Jarrell Williams has been published here and there and where the light still glows.  Recently appeared in Synchronized Chaos, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and A Thin Slice Of Anxiety. He can be found on X (Twitter) @papapoet