Poem by R.M. Dolin August 23, 2025
Ghost of Phoenix
I don’t talk loud enough
to distance myself from
clever ways I choose
not to listen.
It could be cause the horizon
looms like destiny dancing with disaster,
drawing me cautiously close
to the caressing comfort of
your long-ago breath on my naked neck,
compromising moments
refusing surrender.
It could be compounded
by my need to believe
our tragedy was
misguided mistakes
fueled by logic
no longer in play.
The reason I’m in Phoenix
has less to do with sorting things out
than choosing one more time,
to try
one more time,
to reignite
languishing ashes of the love
once burning brilliantly bright
in your heart.
The ghost of Phoenix
whispers to wind
what should happen,
yet for reasons defying reason
I’m not listening.
It could be cause,
after all,
I’m not talking loud enough.
From the R.M. Dolin novel, “An Unsustainable Life – Book of Issac.” Issac discovers a section in one of his Uncle’s journals about a trip Darwin to took to Phoenix to sort out what he should do about his life slipping into disarray. As Darwin’s prone to do, he poetically works through his dilemma with prose. The mystery woman he pines about remains shrouded in secrecy, which only intensifies Issac’s need to find out who she is and what their story’s really all about.
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