It seemed
Where as
The hills
Were green
Standing permenant
My goals
Felt shattered
Shifting
Under
A smer storm
Quickly gone with
A fury of blows
Will motivation
Become the key
To my success
As I slowly
Learn to cope
With my
Anxieties?
To sing until your eyes
Are cloudy
With fogged
Emotions
From a time
You can’t remember
Softly
Everything fell into place
And you kissed my fingers
Gently
With only a tune
To say hello
I love watching that
Older couple
Holding hands
So comfortable
They smile and look
Not even many words
Because they’ve grown
Together
How many times have they
Held eachothers hand?
How many times have they shared
A meal?
Wrinkles that speak volumes
And love that is shown
In that squeeze of the
Fingers
It is so simple
But breathtaking
That
Older Couple
Blue stained
Carpet in the
Last open room
To the left of the bathroom
This is where
I lived my early
Childhood nights
Haunted by
Dark spirits of
The ghosts from another time
Going back to
Reclaim some part
Of my younger self
And I never realized
I was already
Complete
The hinges are rusted and my
Heart flutters
When I see
An empty
Suitcase near the door
All my belonging thrown
Away to the wind
As to forget
All the things
That have ever hurt me
But what if
I hurt myself?
Wouldn’t it have been
Nice for me
To write a poem
Every day
Each week
All the months
Of the year
Then someone could find
An answer to my life long
Pursuit of the question
Am I funny
Or just insane?
Looks like a hug
In the winter cold
And warm fuzzy socks
Even in spring
Where we listened to the sparrows
And saw the bees grow old
I laughed more than
I had thought was possible
Warm tugging feelings in
My arms
Fingeres crossed
And chains on our
Brest
To
Remember
How much our time together
Means
To each of us
I had a wistful wish
That turned
To a sour thought
Gaining traction
And gripping
Each tendril of my
Mind
The thought baked
Under the heat
Of summer
And started to
Smell of
Buring metal
The smoke filled my eyes
And singed my
Nostrils
Even my ears were
Overcome
As the thoughts
Turned me
Into
Stone
Shaking
Simmering
Sweaty palms
Greet your handshake
And I muster a muted mumble
Im sorry
For
It.
Can we move on the part
Where we discuss politics?
add me to the
blackness
deep deep night
and
i will change
the color
of your
heart
sip
and cool touch
will lighten
your
night
I can imagine a
Far fetching place
Where I wouldn’t
Sneeze when the
Wind whipped through
The dogwood trees
A place where
The weeping willows
Sway lazily over my neck and head
In a far fetching place
I could live in harmony
My words were heard by
Each presence around me
A place where the soft touch of rain
Would gently wake me from a nap
And my first sight would be the
Rose budded bush blossoming
Without cause
In a far fetching place
Yes
It would feel like home
