Onset
If I slip too hard, the color changes.
And reality becomes draped,
in a dismal dismissive gray.
The kind that greets,
without a smile.
And one that comforts,
like a cold wet woolen sweater.
Copyright January 2103
Gary Pilarchik
Comparing Flowers
Sunlit singular rose
Beautiful bloom of red
Slender stem of green
Thorns are barely known
To clip and contain
Purity and perfection
Fragrance and form
Not a single blemish
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A mirror to cast the brilliance
An accidental image of…
The reflection holds a truth
Not absolute but of belief
I see the rippled bulky stem
Thorns puncture the beauty
Mold and mildew seep
Disgust and doubt return
Feelings I can not fend
Not a single redemption
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A wall to catch my shadow
My body does not compare
Copyright July 2005
Gary Pilarchik
Hurting Charlie
A remarkable hideous childhood
Close your eyes and relax
Where is your safe place?
I don’t have one
Imagine one
A rock,
on a cliff,
suspended
What makes that safe?
There is no one
Below,
above,
behind,
in front,
or on top
Maybe one day we can add to it
A blade of grass,
a sapling,
rain & sunshine,
People,
laughter,
seeds
A remarkable hideous childhood
Copyright October 2005
Gary Pilarchik
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