I’ve heard all that you said but I don’t know whether or not to believe it because you’ve always said those things and never did them or never meet them so we can sit at the beach in the breeze and you can hold that…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Poem 2
Wake up Office to home, home to office, that all we are left for.. We sleep, not to dream, but to wake up next morning. We eat, not to feel the real taste, but to fill our empty stomach. We do makeup, although never…
Heart at Sea
The waves carry my heart away On every ebb and flow Further and further out to sea I watch its shadow go For love – not I – at least no more My love has traveled on To some place greater than it left Where…
Hearing and Not Hearing
I hear sounds Meanings carried like melodies But the lyrics are lost In the acoustic ocean. Hearing tests passed In quiet rooms the waves still Soft voices and bright tones Like clear waters No ear-worn aid Could teach my brain to hear One sound against a thousand…
Winter Again (Prompt 2)
Winter Again Summer passed in pieces of sepia-toned pictures. Her face shined with gold stolen from the sun. I suppose it was ironic that I was never in any of the photos. I was winter again.
Hour Two: Recommence
Recommence We fell– softly, deeply, an almost imperceptible fall– But we wanted to and then a landing softly pinkish blue, fuzzy newness surrounded by the micro, the minute hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye, all-through-the-nigh another, and another, and another wrapped us up, lulled to fitful sleep Until…
HOUR TWO: INTRODUCTION
don’t say a word, it’s been said, it’s been heard leave your head hanging, just like that, the moment’s dreams have been seen, the moment’s needs have been met.
The Second Hour: Forgive Me, Love
Forgive me, love. I feel you pacing, your feet wearing a path back to the past Only to have the present creep in with each dawn. Forgive me, love. I hear the little hiccup-sobs you try to hide in the folds of your pillow Tucked away…
Silenced Love
In silence we sit, feeding off the energy of each other, no words spoken, no words needed, words complicate things, so many words to our relationship, many descriptors, “I don’t like labels,” but other people do, and same-sex love is labeled, regulated as: lesbian, gay,…
Better Away
We never really touched… Yet, we know it was love. Together only in moments; Absence makes us fonder. We were together in mind… Yet, we are better away; Togetherness can breed contempt, Absence was our friend. Now, I wish I was there… You have not…