It’s been a whirlwind few days and as I determine how much emotional upchuck to include in my next post, I thought I’d post some poetry recently penned. I’m no Wordsworth, Beckett, or Frost, but I think I get my point across! (See what I did there? Near rhymes are the shiznit! And yes I’m a dork. I thought we had already established that). Enjoy legitimately or have fun mocking. As long as I bring joy to your life in some fashion!
Outback Taxi
I hold your hand seeing your pain as she draws hers away,
and your fingers drift
and my tears stain.
Bittersweet night airs whispering that I have been here before
and how to withdraw
or to be sure
Such constant struggle honing this eagle eye,
but having no wings to stave my fall.
Seeing, sensing, learning, listening
but never letting on.
Not infatuation.
Not Lust.
Just potent, instant love,
And I don’t know what to do with the stuff.
Reprisal
I hold your head, over your unconscious dreams praying peace
and divine words speak
and I’m at ease.
For the past haunts, always in my lapsing moments it mocks
but I have strength yet
balance I sought
Potent, instant love, crafted for and from the least of us
sometimes a struggle
but one strewn with trust
Seeing, sensing, learning, liestening and never letting on but
letting in and
letting go
Knowing there’s naught to do but overflow.
Undelivered
A thousand letters piled up in my desk and head as scattered thoughts envelop me instead.
I wrote them all in good faith and conviction,
but as I prepared to post, doubted my diction.
How to make her understand though meek and mild I was an innocent enraged?
To tell him, beyond breaking mine, his worst sin was keeping his caged?
To remind them there’s hope yet,
and outpour enough love so they won’t forget?
Letters piled up, sent and returned, having lost you already.
Each message I penned found me searching for solace again.
For me, her, him, them.
Is a letter undelivered still a letter?
Is it through the writing or the reading things are made better?
Closer
For what I long is a lack of space and distance;
To have someone near my mind.
How can I look so closely yet not be seen?
Perhaps the blame lies with me.
Tags: constant struggle, divine words, literature, shiznit, upchuck, writing
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