The glassFramed your faceLike a polaroidPinned to my mindAnd through hours ofAwake and sleepIt never slipped away. Handprints stampedThe window paneAs proof to myEyes and mouthThat you once existedAnd disappeared likeMorning frost. Distant hand wavesSwoopIn front of our faces,But my mindMight as well haveImagined themBecause I could neverBe so lucky. We are as far awayAs … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 20 – Space
I left blue to youAnd I kept red just for me,The color of inkTo the beat of the oceanCross-out, realign, add-in.
The nightAs dark as caves,But schizophrenic lightsStill flash. The nightAs dark as ocean pits,But your voice lathersOver the pink of my brainAnd I wonder what it means. The nightAs dark as the underbelly of eyelids,But my eyes feel frozen. The nightAs dark as a starless galaxy.But the sizeOf my heartCould neverRetreat.
The cells of aBreathing componentSeen in picturesque movementsAnd stillnessWhere I used to see myself,A new atlas.
The cloudPeeled awayLike an iridescentTheatre curtain. Amorphous piecesSwaying to the side,Gliding to the East,Sliding to the Atlantic. Overcast observedBefore drifting overhead. Silently slithering,Skimming like a toboggan,Floating to an untouchable horizon.
I'll kiss the skyBefore the artless descend,You pushed me from yourSolar system. All ferris wheels stop turningAll coastal winds stiffenAll sunshine disappearsAs our hearts stop beating,But neither of us are dead,Yet the feeling remains deep. We plummetOut of the orbitYou inventedFor us to exploreAnd I lost you in the Luminous gazeOf it all. I thought … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 15 – Kiss The Sky
Things That Hang:1. The kitchen chandelier2. The living room curtains3. The unknown future4. The foyer painting5. The bedroom bookshelves6. The memory of you7. The front porch lantern8. The bathroom shower curtain9. The heavy heart10. The basement ladder11. The attic spider webs12. The lonely pair of hands13. The shed beehives14. The garden birdhouses15. The unsaid words16. … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 14 – Things That Hang
Circular speakersLarge like moonsGlowing in the night,Silent shimmers byPillow case.Like a warm mouthIn my earVerse and chorusRing and remain,Just sitting there. Static buzzesAnd I imagine somethingInterstellar. Turning knobsSkittering past numbers,Favorites always ended inNines and fives. New music flung itselfAcross my mind,Illuminating the backsOf my eyesAnd igniting a streamOf stories untold,The pronouns referred toCharacters I'd soon … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 13 – Radio
Grounded in the back Of my throat, then Over my tongue and to my lips Destined to be released Beyond the universe realms, out Yonder. Easier it never becomes to Say.
Water washes overAnd bumps againstMy collarbone.Waves scoop into myHands,Swimming withThe stranger things.Liquid glassWallops the coast,Brisk bands of windEmulate,Skin turns to goosebumpsBut this cold feelsDifferently.Bottomless whispers andSplashes shared,Retold,Like conversationStuffed in spiralsOf conch.Water tugs,We conquer the threshold.Seaside DNA seepsFrom between our toesAnd we are pulled out againSwimming withThe stranger things.
