The Poetry Marathon

Hour 23

Almost done can’t believe I have made it this far!!! I thought for sure I was going to drop out and just go to bed at some point but nope I’ve got this.

Text You Close

Missing you is weird

We were never very close

But those last few months

Something was different

You became someone I could talk to

About this thing I’m still working on sharing with others

You understood me in a way that they don’t seem to

I want to be able to hang out and actually talk

But for now we will have to text

I hope that it keeps bringing us closer these screens

Missing You

Every night
I long for you,
Day time too.
Tonight especially
Or is it morning?
The dark deceives
But not you, my love
You are my life
My one true love,
Faithful as the moon
When I’m weary
Or merely bored
In the dawning light
At midnight too
I miss you, dearest
I long for your embrace
In sheets of silken sigh
Pray you come to me
After the last uttered rhyme
When words fail me
Even more than now
Come entomb me
In your deathly delight
No need for dreams
Just take me now
A little while still
Close my eyes with your kiss
Sandy sweet
My darling
Hold me in your arms,
Dearest sleep.

Hour 16 Emma

Emma the first character
I couldn’t help but fall in love
It was amidst the
first time I couldn’t
help but fall in love
held by the elegance of
the character of Emma
to be loving yet possessed
with inner grit and esteem
To have time for myself
and not let others dictate
what Is wanted of myself
each encounter with Emma’s
acquaintance
held my breath expecting love for her
as I did from myself
but as the pages flipped
I learnt to wait
for the moment
right and perfect.

Copyright © Snigdha

My son

 

You are gone now on your journey away from me,
i miss you the little boy, full of questions and mischief,
the serious teenager, dressed as a goth,
so full of music and fun.
Still talking , close, trusting.

You are on your journey now away from me
but with your family,
partner and children and i miss them too
the mischievous little boys and the girl i never got to meet.
So much pain and trauma and pain and loss for you.

You are gone now on your journey without me,
i still wave at you at times, we skype, we talk,
we meet up for a few hours or days.
We share bits of our lives but miss out on so much.
Are we still close,
something time and distance can never break, we are indeed,
still close.

prompt#23

I miss us

Can this be the shortest poem ever?

I miss us

is such a long poem but;

But it may be shortened

to fit the one thing I miss about us;

If I mention it,

night would turn twilight,

day would end in a buzz;

because the thing I miss about us

is unmentionable,

just an experience;

You know it,

I know better

because it is me who misses that us

and the thing it does

 

what I miss

this sweatshirt smelled like campfire
even though there’s no tent nearby
I it wore to bed to remember
our camping trip to the lake
a weekend for two
with morning coffee made over a campfire
and evening stars for story telling,
oh, I miss
not my sweatshirt
or its fainted wisp of campfire
but being alone with you, my love
and coffee by the lake

Tick Tock…

Time

ticks.

I can’t

stop

it.

 

Stop

ticking

time.

 

Time

fills

my mind

too much

of the

time.

 

 

Poem no. 21 I carry my darkness to the lightest day

And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True paradise, I have the serpent bought.

John Donne

I carry darkness with me to the brightest day, when,
falling from my careful grasp,
it tumbles – careful and complete –
into the moments of the earliest hour.
This small dark fragment is not something that I know I hold;
it curls between my fingers – this bead of almost amber –
bearing a tiny grain of sorrow within its warmed shell.

I know that, as I rest, it will seek again my sleep-numbed fingers
and nestle there. They will close upon it easy as upon a thought
so that I – unknowing – stretching into the day to greet the morning,
I will hold it once again
and I will let it fall.

First Blush

She knew her ears were blushing,
and wished, in that moment,
for long tresses to come back.

These up-dos were far too revealing;
and she, with her pale complexion,
could vaguely hide her interest.

Head turned, she watched him saunter
closer, greeting dignitaries at each step.
eyes burning into ivory skin.

The blush moved across her cheek
Down her stretched neck to
black velvet barely hiding her virginity.

Feet away, her balance drifted
hard against an empty table.
Her black fan whipped into eclipse.

“I see a profligate gaze this evening, mademoiselle.”
Tears behind dry eyes gasped for breath.
“And no other suits draw near.”

He kissed her animate hand. She bit her siren lip.
“My duty – solely to honor your beauty.
I sorely lack cupidity.”

With that he walked away, leaving her puzzled.
Was he a priest? Or a monk? Or perhaps royalty?
Too good for a peasant in black velvet and diamonds?

Suddenly, she understood, when his hand
hunted the backside of her elder brother.
Her ears went white again, and she grew older.

Old friends

You were my first love, did you know that?

I’m sure you did. You were always pretty clever,

even if I didn’t always act like it.

When you said yes, I was so grateful.

Then you said no, and it was like part of me died.

It’s no excuse, but if I’d know then what I know now,

Maybe you and I could still have been close.

When I lost you, I didn’t just lose my highschool sweetheart,

I lost my best friend.

Everyone told me I wasn’t good enough for you.

In a way, I agreed. To me, you were an angel, incapable of wrong.

Things are different now though, Marisa. I’ve moved on. I’ve grown up.

There’s no right or wrong way to apologize for how I acted after we parted,

If I were you, I probably wouldn’t want to speak to me either.

Either way, you’ve changed me, and if I could go back and time and change things,

I think maybe I could have helped to change you for the better, too.

They say it’s the broken path that leads to paradise.

If that is the case, I guess I’ll just have to continue being grateful to you for breaking my heart.