Saturday, May 31, 2008
well it IS a poetry blog so you can't complain.
anyways, this was a quick sketch written in the car after a ride out at the seaside., well technically oceanside but whutever.. It's fairly.... well., elementary...or like basic..But i find that sumtimes the first words that come out, the ones that haven't been thought out through and mulled over a million times, those are the best, purest, truest ones.
soooooooooo without further ado, here it is.
Gold dipped leaves
that sway to a silent rhythm
unheard by our tense minds
in the moment.
the void inside.
It is not weakness which
makes me sigh
at the amber of the sky
the molten pink hues
that light up my window
in rippling iridescent triangles.
I let the rays
For every time I meet Adversity
I seek solace in little things,
Sunsets that bring
Monday, May 26, 2008
When I woke up this morning, half
comatose, the only thing
on my mind even remotely
close to any definition of ‘challenge’ was
to rush and catch the 9:11 bus.
The only goal, to have breakfast
To make sure my clothes were ironed
Out, hair brushed, contacts
Keep up with this
Trying to arrange, organise
The chaos in my mind, to still
The pendulum that is my world.
It hits me that
The banality of my life, the stale
Menial detail, pettiness
Of my existence is laughable.
What are my goals? My challenges?
I’ve made each day my battle,
Each day the ironed shirt my armour
Last of the escaping fleet of ships, the
My last meal.
This poem...doesn't need an introduction. It's for me to know and for you not to try and find out. :)
But now when I listen to songs you and I used to sing to
They play like obituaries,
I sit in respect.
Let the clumsy stitches shine
Few more seconds vulnerable, remembering,
before I conceal the calluses again.
But now when I when I write about you and I
There is no more room for we, us.
The two words absurd
In this sphere of honeyed lies,
Of petty fairytales.
I shatter each glass slipper, firmly,