always words for you
there will always be words for you
long after the credits roll and the lights are off
long after the gate is closed and locked;
way after midnight but just before the dew
there will always be words left just for you.
amazing adverbs
nascent nouns
haphazard hyperboles
pretentious prepositions
annoying adverbs
painstaking pronouns
vacuous verbs
i will always have something to say about you.
you are light when darkness begins
you are my joy whenever my sorrow ends,
you are the pick-me-up on my heaviest day-
my constant pursuer, my closest friend-
yes….
i will always have words for you.
Morning
The birds sing their morning crescendo
Telling each other
Their lofty plans for the day
Smoofy comes in from catting around
He settles into his tower for sleep
I make a second cup of coffee
The sky takes on a soft pink
The day begins softly
The garbage truck rolls
Picking up the load from yesterday
I stretch my tired and worn body
Remembering my youth
Remembering how the days ahead
Are less than the days behind
The lights go off
The sun and the birds sing the morning together
Smoofy is oblivious
I wonder how many mornings
I will have ahead
Will I use them well
Or am I a bird chirping lofty ideals
In the early morning light?
Am I a day late garbage truck?
Am I the pink morning lost
When the afternoon sun swelters?
Am I the second cup of coffee
Looking for that charge?
Maybe I am all of it
An early morning
In the late summer of my life
Searching for lofty ideals
Dreaming
Instead of sleeping
When you look at me and smile
When you look at me and smile,
I do not melt.
I do not crumble.
I do not flutter.
When you look at me and smile,
I do not feel vulnerable.
I do not get weak in the knees.
My mind does not go to the gutter.
When you look me and smile, instead,
I stand a little taller.
I grow a thicker skin.
My confidence streams.
When you look at me and smile,
I am a better person,
and I smile back because
I know I can achieve my dreams.
Constellations
You were just a speck of stardust in my sky
floating, lingering, a faded memory I can’t deny,
the swirling galaxy in my head, my star from another universe.
It’s been hundreds of light years since JOY dawned on me
Didn’t notice you before as I’m too pre-occupied being captivated by CENTAURUS,
You were just there, one of the LIGHTS in my own constellation but I was too blind to see.
One day my life had a complete turn around
By just staring at your serene face takes me to the Heavens,
Like a LIGHT illuminating my path spreading good CHEER
Removing me from a dark hole of OBLIVION.
You’re like a NEBULA which left my heart amazed
And here I am standing right before my FUTURE,
ANDROMEDA is waiting for her ORION’s heart to awaken
For them to share eternity in a lost world that is yet to be discovered.
Your star and my star sometimes COLLIDE,
But your beam keeps on striking me even from a far
The fierce look in your eyes tells me something you can’t simply hide
Yes, you are drawn to my radiant ANGELIC glow…
DESTINY and space will let our SOULS meet time and again
In a thousand reincarnations I have seen your many faces…
There’s always something familiar about YOU anywhere we meet.
My DREAMs would take me sometimes to a far away planet in the MILKY WAY
METEORS and COMETS accompany me to the path leading again to you…
You’re a BEAUTIFUL mess of neon hues circling my mind like the rings of SATURN
The son of VENUS …
Yes, it’s always been YOU in a trillion lifetimes, I have been following YOU
My constellations will help me to tell YOU how PRECIOUS you are, my ORION.
Author/Poet Elizabeth Esguerra Castillo
Prayer
Barely breaking daylight,
doggies on the bank,
and a broken line knotted
over, under, and again
to hold the slippery catch.
I wade deeply into the center
where there is no calm,
casting an offering; an alm
for the fish gods.
Lexical Let-Down
An encounter with an extra terrestrial:
My intellectual burial.
An entire dictionary ahead,
A thesaurus with a blend
Of colours and sensations,
All the precise evocations
Of things that within our lexical limitations
We cannot comprehend
With our basic communications…
And all the frustrations,
Because of the half-truths they send,
Would come to an end
If only we could master – through diplomatic negotiations –
The languages spoken in intergalactic nations
Imagine:
The liberalisation
And diversification
Of thought
If we only knew the concepts denoted by words
Coined in other worlds –
For issues we’ve never even encountered
And the means by which they are surmounted.
Father
In an old computer that I used I found your poetry,
The image of a room,
I don’t remember rhyme or form but four bare walls sit with me still.
No light or sound in that room you built,
But silent echoes still rebound.
I chase your mind from birth to now and try and see the underneath.
I turn my own thoughts next to yours, to see reflection into me.
In all the stories I was told,
All the lies lie next to me.
Before memory came love,
Love in controlled doses,
Even to the others share,
But I never cared.
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So I go strolling
And it isn’t very long before I find
I’m in a place I don’t belong
I wandered down this alley because I’d switched off all my thinking
And now I’m here I understand that I’m figuratively sinking
Why else would I be on a muddy river bank?
If not to wallow as I wander. Look through the water dank.
It swirls so dark before me, cold, unfriendly, thick and grim
And I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to just sink in .
And then I see them sitting, coloured umbrellas in a row
With men lined up in uniformity, sitting cosy below
They’ve boxes and they’ve lunches and they’ve snacks and they’ve solitude
And I certainly shan’t disturb them. That would just be rude.
But I find irony and humour in this crazy juxtaposition
I wandered here so black of heart, and these guys are simply fishin’