I never wanted to be your whole world
That’s just too big a burden for anyone
And I’d surely tumble, sooner or later
I only hoped to be a few important moments
That you might chose to hold close and…remember
Poet of the Light © 2018
Category: loneliness
Sashay
My heart: distinct rapport
Like some rural cottage, set aside
Amidst a lush meadow of droplets
And a quaint warm babbling brook
As fluidity rushes over bold boulders
Where I-bath beneath a lunar umbrella
As sweet mellisonant tones harmonize
With each of my thunderous beats, bellowing
As if they were divine whispered messages
Set sailing- emotionally on soulful breathes
Worded vividness; wished desires; art in motion
Bound for the silky treasure of her clasp…of me
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Comfort-less
Years have past but not without
my personal felt notice-
regarding each of those missed moments.
There still comes times
when I go mindlessly into other rooms
to initiate aflutter conversations
of something inspired to speak over
and the empty cold silence has to
drastically remind me- you’re gone.
I stand in a sorrowful dumbfounded mess
never really knowing, for just how long
let alone recalling…what day, today was.
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Glint
It’s over
the flicker of hope
extinguished
by a gasping breath
exhaled too soon
thru a premature grin
The hollows of a hearth
cold and silent
broken darkness
all is as it was, again
Normalcy for me…lives on
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Given time
You just have to forgive her
If ever you want to feel her heart
You have to look past her words
Then sink deeper between the lines
Her half smile is just a veil
To keep away unwanted questions
She couldn’t answer, even if she tried
Deep inside- she’s living lonely
Where her soul is void of light
Between the heartbeats and sighs
But she’ll pretend to everyone
She’s happy and loving life
She forgotten how to trust
Daring eyes and suspicious smiles
So she passes on their colors
And their broken promise lies
She works too hard to live- love
A broken dreamers way of healing
She spends her quiet time writing
About everyone else wishful life
She tells herself, she’s doing alright
Until those ghostly feelings
Sneak in and up along her side
The way frozen air surprises
All she can do is close her eyes
She learned denying is only futile
There’s no place left for her to hide
Vivid memories play havoc in her mind
Tear-filled emotions flow
Steeping into her ink words
And her life feels a bit smaller
I can only watch from afar regretting
Not having found her…first
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Otherwise
Haphazardly, in the process of finding ourselves,
we can still get lost, become self-complacent.
Becoming far too consumed on one focal point
that we are more like some horse with blinders
just plodding along- while in our mind
believing we’ve just finally hit our stride
and more important, way out in front of everyone else.
Never even noticing we are the only ones in a race
and missing life and all the scenery along the way.
There is something to be said of an old adage,
of stopping to appreciate the roses along the way.
I’d prefer to be a horse in some pastoral setting,
roaming mountainous green meadows- unencumbered
than some cosmopolitan rat chasing…toxic crumbs.
Poet of the Light © 2019
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Miss Parsed
I became nothing but a memory
Moments after she read my words
Like an unwanted news ad
When- what I really wanted
Was to be read, and then felt
As if I was standing before her
Stripped of all veils, constraints
To be dreamed, wanted, loved
To be imagined by her heart
In colorful scenes- of longed dreams
Wrapped around her like a scent
If only she could absorb me as ink
Does spilled words upon parchment
Feel the beats of all my emotions
As one does from another’s heart
And be blind to my social aberrations
Until her ears could feel…my whispers
Poet of the Light © 2019
