(2013)
A poem about how sometimes the bright-eyed ambition and innocence of youth seems to fade.
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Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!