"There Are Always Flowers For Those Who Want To See Them." - Henri Matisse "There are always flowers for those who want to see them."Henri Matisse A colorist and beautiful painter, Henri Matisse is one of my favorite artists and flowers are one of my favorite things, making the quote by Matisse something special. A … Continue reading There Are Always Flowers For Those Who Want To See Them – Henri Matisse
Electric: A Poem You are theElectrocutionThat felt right.
Exposition: A Poem Expositions in daydreams,Nightmares sneaking into resolutions.You are the person loomingIn the backgrounds of mental polaroidsAnd the voice I assigned In my mind.You are all the thingsI can't decideAnd all the thingsI don't want any longer.
Hay Bales: A Poem Warm secretsResting in my ear,I roll them tightLike a hay baleAnd store in the richestCompartment of my heart -Labeled in evermore,Even when I feltThe off-beat of yours.Unmasked truthIn the wild movements andSubtle flinches as youMove through life.Exposed tidbitsOf all the things youTry to hide,I roll them tightLike a hay baleAnd store … Continue reading Hay Bales: A Poem | Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month
Highway: A Poem I never got the chanceTo witness how your handsFold over the steering wheel,And the degree your head tiltsAs you drive.I never experiencedWhat it was like to press 70On the summer highwayWith you.I visualize your eyesReplicating in color of blurring landscapes -The pale blue of distant mountains,The gold of the evening,The green of … Continue reading Highway: A Poem | Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month
6:00pm: A Poem I find myself wishingFor November's 6pm light,Dimming fast and envelopingEvery atom into the night.Envious of dark spaces -Silhouettes intriguing,I count them as I drive past.The few hours beforeAnd after midnightAre redundant comfortAnd sometimes it can't comeSoon enough.
January: A Poem Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all.Once an empty jar,Collections of lifeBrim, the lid gives.Using horoscopesLike flashing arrows,Coaxing us in a direction -We still alwaysEnd up here.A type of oldA kind of new,Fresh like summer shorts worn first.Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all andWe still … Continue reading January: A Poem | Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month
Artificial: A Poem Every canvas you madeCould fool the museums.Reviewing criticsWrongly astonished but,I could see through the fiction
Winter: A Poem We followed each other closely,Ignoring the death that was only a shooting star away.Now, we daydream in silence -Taunting each other as if reality obeys. Our mindsErratic like hurricane season,Rationalizing is far too simple.
Ice: A Poem Like a block of iceStuck in my mind,I heard your name everywhere.Louder than the silenceOf snowfall,Quieter than the frenzy ofA train -Falling somewhere in the middleBut it still made my ear ache.The magnitudeOf a single syllable,Blaring loudAnd I wished to burn it fromExistence.It came with its own scent,Its own pang of painIn … Continue reading Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month