Pining Lonely and Pine River Longing

 I wish I could look into the river and have my future reflected back to me
To see all what-ifs and could-have-beens morph into something more than mere possibility
I don’t want us to be a could-have-been
And if fate will never bless my vision with foresight
then I beg to Him to send me back to before it all went wrong
And if course correction is not in the cards, then I pray the deck can be destroyed; that every king and queen and clubs of paths preordained may perish beneath the twitch of His wrist


--Preston

Chapter 20 (May)

All of the non-poems, and
rabbit headed distractions,
keep coming surely as they will, while
the muse is gone, and replaced only
with real thoughts and, malaise. Twenty,
the beast, the death of me, written while,
watching the clock is watching her sleep.

- W. C. Smith

Smile

How deep to ruin a smiling face? I have tried.
Smile, she is, there, smiling. Perspective puts forth,
how far you've gone, what you've done. How. sick. you. are.
Sick. no. more enlightened amidst manure.
You. are. the. candle in the dark. Still,
she is there smiling. She is God.
How deep to  ruin a smiling face?

- W. C. Smith