I forgot that rain
could come down
by the bucket full
upon my head
just like I forgot about
the extreme heat
of a summer day
or the piercing cold
of a winter one.
For a moment I forgot
I was growing older
and forgot the many
memories I had
before this point in time.
I forgot to remember ,
I forgot to forget.
For a moment I forgot
about the lack of perfection
in this brief lifetime
and I had a perfect
day with you.
Tag: puns
The Eyes Have It
The eyes have it.
Yours didn’t.
Do I stay
or do I go?
I didn’t know.
Now we both exist,
we live our lives–good lives!–
but we cross paths
with passing glances.
I don’t need to know
but I sure want to.
Do we course correct,
do we connect, do we
throw all caution without care,
do we carry on
as two unpaired?
What’s the story
hidden there?
Is it one
you want to share?
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Elastic Abandon
Between one dream and another
the tightrope snapped,
whipping reality with elastic abandon.
Stars fell in quick succession
as wayward eyes wished with woe
that they would fall straight down instead.
When all the dreams met that day
the night took its time arriving,
gallant and dark but just in time.
“No balance,” he wept with whimpering wails
while his trusty mare snorted fire
at the naysayers.
At the End of the World, Turn Left
Nowhere has to be somewhere
but somewhere between here and there
we lost our way again.
You joked that you “know where”
this nowhere was
and I smiled with a bloody lip.
We didn’t know where we were
or where we would end up
and the map we drew
cut off the roads to Rome.
Was this the beginning or the end?
No, where was this going?
Know where this was going.
The path lay straight ahead
but the ditches looked like fun.
Right Where We Left Off
Where do we even start?
One step in the right direction
until there’s nothing left.
A Bit of Light
I marvel at the first words
ever spoken, words that brought
existence to the the nonexistent:
“Let there be light.”
Yet we all saw fit to hide
eventually, eventually embracing
the absence of light,
content to watch shadows
on cave walls
rather than acknowledge
the sun.
That great and stalwart star
shines down with unequalled radiance
while this little rock we’re on
plays favorites.
We, the heliocentric, still espouse
the sunrise and the sunset.
Countless stars just like it
or greater
stand their ground
but even then we pick and choose
the ones we like best,
the ones that still seem
small in the illuminated darkness.
We may not number the stars
but if one goes missing,
it’s still missing.
The moon need not worry when there’s
nothing to reflect–
like a sky full of emptiness
that’s devoid of a star or two–
yet the moon does.
It circles this circling rock,
dimmer and every bit as stalwart
as the stars.
The pitch dark, the black holes–
they absorb the sounds
of bitter weeping
with vague pretenses of false security.
I stand in awe, blinded by a flickering flame.
What is there to say of
one little bit of light
like that? Like the sun? Like the stars?
Like the moon? Like a mere flicker of flame?
No matter how faded or far,
it
is
still
light.
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There is a poem called “Light”, written by Joy at the Yellow Brick Ave. You should read it! This waning piece of poetry was inspired by that waxing one, and though I would not call this a “response” poem, I would say that even a little light helps when everything is dark.
So let your light shine.
Go check out the Yellow Brick Ave and the excellent work posted there.
Dull and Pointless (a tale in haikus)
I used to watch him
trip on and over his own
lofty ambitions
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Under the cloak and
with his metaphorical
dagger, he did kill
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Eventually
he tripped and fell onto one;
both sharp once, now dull
* * * * *
The earth is raised where
he lies in repose. Most just
walk around the bump
Blue Bird Blues (haikus)
The small bird whistles
“Cheap!” with feet perched on the wire —
a different power
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Sing me the songs sang
sullenly and scarce, show me
with words and a tune
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The manic crow laughed
at those who were wrong, no thought
given to menus
The Coin Landed on its Side (haikus)
Flipping coins to see
who will win this light dispute
but they land sideways
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You have written words
that challenge mine every time–
please do not stop this
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In the end it takes
many heads to make many
tales of common themes
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There are numerous reasons to love poetry but my favorite will always be the changing and different perspectives. As I was reading posts the last few days, I noticed that some almost seem to be written as the antithesis of what I just wrote. I know that is most likely not the case but it is still fascinating how poetry goes back to the same subjects time and time again and few ever have the same opinion on it.
It’s a beautiful testament of individuality within a worldwide community. Community will always be important for humanity but not at the cost of the individual. We need people to ask questions. We need people to counter others. We need different viewpoints. We can agree and disagree or even agree to disagree at times. It’s still a community, it’s still poetry, and I am grateful for that.
Well
“You’ll never miss the water
’til the well runs dry”
Well,
I hoped that’d be true
’cause there sure ain’t nothing
good ’bout stagnant,
poisoned water either,
a well refreshed by acid rain
and bitter tears
but maybe we’ll get by.
Maybe, just maybe. Well,
it’s like an ocean ’round here:
surrounded by water
but we’ll still die
from a lack of it . . .
Just don’t. Or do. But really
don’t . . .
Arms folding in the distance
as if to say
Well, well, well.
Nothing deep, nothing to draw
from it? Well,
maybe I do miss
the water after all.
Maybe, just maybe,
we’ll float away on dry land
to safer waters.
I said “I will” but
it had ill effects
but we?
“We will”? Will do what?
Will go where? Well,
we’ll know full well what,
we’ll get where we need
to be
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