The Poetry Marathon

#PoemNo2 College Dreams -j.r.m© 2016

 

Before Darkness

The birds are noisy, each flying home to nest and rest
The last child leaves the playground
Struggling to loosen his father’s grip
The leaves rustle whispering to each other the coming doom
The dogs stop barking
The cats are no where to be seen
I know you’re there, waiting, lurking
At the moment the last ray from the sun vanishes
You appear with your doom and gloom
And linger, thankfully not forever

Haikus #1 and #2

There is a dead mouse

inside the bag, right over

there, until it moves.

 

Sometimes I wear my

glasses on the astral plane

instead of contacts.

Poem Three ~ I Want to Know You, I Want to See You

 

I want to know you,
I want to see you.

I want to see what you look like,
underneath that mask.

I want to see you when you’re
alone at home.

I want to know what you do
when your nose itches,

and

I want to know what you say
when customers are rude.

I want to see your face contort
from uncontrollable laughter.

and

I want to see your snarl
when you wake up too early.

I want to see you at your best,
I want to know you at your worst,

and

I want to
love you.

11 am

cloud turtles in a piedmont sky drifting westward

are soon as lost to me as your voice;

did you know when we met that we

would end like this?

even now I struggle with the idea

of loss, of never, of forever.

Painting I (half-marathon #3)

Feel the rough textured

Canvas.

It feels empty.

Just close your eyes and feel it.

Without even glancing at the canvas,

It feels white

Like fresh, untouched snow

or a pile or table salt.

Feel the layers of

Dried oils

On the pallet.

Its texture varies like mountains and valleys

As you grace your fingers

Against its grooves.

It is not empty.

It is quite full.

You can feel its fullness,

All its reds and blues

And oranges and greens

And violets,

All roaming free like a saffari.

Or a museum.

The colors are immobile,

Yet,

Their wild aura still exists.

You feel its wildness

Just as you feel the canvas’s coma.

Soon the two will meet.

Soon, the vivid dream will meet the silent night,

And from it,

You will create.

3/24 dead flowers

I planted flower’s in the garden of the stranger
and I was called stranger for how I mourned their death.
despite my efforts, it would not rain.

even the clouds could smell the sour on the skin of my strange, forgettable gardener

 

Before Darkness

Swiftly now, hurry

Though sleep makes our visions blurry

Before dream’s end,

Before the walls come down

Just around that bend,

Ignore that clown

We’re almost there

Over the chasm now

Child beware

These roses – Ow!

Will trap you here

Never to awaken

What’s wrong? Isn’t it clear?

I may be mistaken.

But don’t worry about me

Do what you can, keep going

Hurry child, now flee!

Watch out for what the Goblins are throwing

Get over the bridge now,

Before darkness-

Before Darkness….

Before Darkness……
The town was abuzz.

Before Darkness……
Sally and James were in love.

Before Darkness……
The children would skip along to school.

Before Darkness……
The husband would be in the garage fixing things with his tools.

Before Darkness…
there was light to be seen.

Before darkness…
there was no blood to be cleaned.

Lady Lannae =)

Harder Than I Thought

One of us was bent

Over-smelled the musky scent,

Twisted inside our tent

As together we were meant

To climax and be spent.