August

Dawn soon carved
by the shadows left by loss
in each layer of real
and what we bring into each room,
windows painted shut,
voices stymied by glass.

On the street,
the world starts in fifteen minutes,
strap on your watch
or
write into this quiet
as your lover rolls out of sleep,
her thighs catching light.

Dream waxed eyes deep,
she watches you
as a doe,
standing in long grasses and sun,
watches an August streambed
and sees wind

grazing wave crests,
clouds rooted in undertow.

 

 

Charles Thielman

About Charles Thielman

Raised in Charleston, S.C., and Chicago, educated at red-bricked universities and on city streets, Charles has worked as a youth counselor, truck driver, city bus driver and enthused bookstore clerk. Married on a Kauai beach in 2011, a loving Grandfather for five free spirits, Charles’ inspired work as Poet, Artiste and shareholder in an independent Bookstore’s collective continues! His poems have appeared in The Pedestal, Poetry365, The Criterion [India], Poetry Salzburg [Austria], Battered Suitcase, Future Cycle, The Oyez Review, Poetry Kanto [Japan], Tiger’s Eye and Rio Grande Review! Charles’ chapbook, “Into the Owl-Dreamed Night”, is available from Uttered Chaos Press! [www.utteredchaos.org]
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