Tag Archives: Fate

Thunder And Lightning ( when I saw you ) by Jeffrey Littrell

it was Thunder Over Louisville
the smoke hung in the night
there were thousands down on 4th Street
under the fireworks so bright

I was trying to get a taxi
at 6th Street and West Main
when she rushed under the canopy
it had just begun to rain

some might deem it happenstance
or perhaps, the hand of fate
that brought us both together
at that time and on that date

the wind came off the river
deftly lifting her skirt high
her umbrella was turned inside out
we laughed until we cried

she pulled out a pack of Dunhills
and I set one ablaze
we agreed to share the taxi
and I tried to turn a phrase

there was lightning in the skies above
and magic in the night
and for the first time in a long time
I knew I’d be alright

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LIGHT CAST UPON THE SHADOWS by Jeffrey Littrell

beneath the waves, trapped in a dream
this journey started from a stream
when I felt that I could swim no more
the coming tide brought me to shore

upon the highest mountain top
silence brings time to a stop
if one should plummet to the ground
the spirit leaves, no longer bound

from far across a great divide
our separated hearts collide
two paths apart are joined as one
your silver moon, my golden sun

with eyes of faded denim blue
and a tongue as sweet as peach fondue
her hair is dandelion gold
her magick reveals my truths untold


SUBJUGATION by Jeffrey Littrell

 

I looked for a sign

trying to connect with a purity

that governs and reigns

to a feel a master’s hand

upon the controls

of this chaotic machine

 

I believe

I smelled sage upon the wind

perhaps, even heard

a disquieting murmur

rustle through the maple trees

 

if every grain of sand

is numbered in the hourglass,

am I drifting aimlessly

in the wind,

a bastard folly of providence ?


FATE’S LILTING LAUGHTER by Jeffrey Littrell

 

I cannot abide the solitude

turned angry and embittered

by fate’s lilting laughter

 

the silence, deafening

the darkness, luminescent and purple

the torment, etched inside me in indelible ink

 

amid clinking glassware

and the soft-jazz pulse of a martini bar

people chatter and mingle

 

yet there is a clouded vacancy

in all their eyes

if they meet my gaze at all

 

scattered thoughts, disjointed memories

( baby’s breath, seashells, Mateus Rose )

come to mind and quickly flee

 

recollections so surreal

it’s as if it all happened

to some better version of myself

 

leaving me lost

broken and bruised

a casualty to fate’s lilting laughter


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