Widow’s Hope

Below the surface

it was all blue and black –

like the bruises

I wore on my heart.

The shipwreck was a magnificent nightmare –

a broken home in the sea.

I looked for you in the debris –

like I searched for you

at Dublin port – day after day,

hour after hour,

holding my breath

for a glimpse of hope.

3 AM

 

I wake

Cat ‘s claw in my arm

Time to get up

Alarm screams

Boyfriend chipper

I’m cranky

I want new F word replacement expletives

Need coffee

Sleep

Inspiration

Chiquita banana lady has died

Dallas police station stormed

Computer freezes

Chirping insect outside

An annoying soundtrack

Over my impatient brain search

Jumbled

Scattered

Cat fed

Coffee sipped

Computer light too bright

Words typed

Marathon officially begun.

 

Poem 1/24 – Thoughts of Life

Poem 1 – Thoughts of Life

Why do these thoughts of mine

Often linger?

To feel life,
Experience life,
Being one with life…
How far have I strayed
From this path of mine?

Living in this wOrLd

Awake to see the goodness around

The breath of life

The bird’s amazing sound

The lion’s challenging bite

The flower’s blossom

In this heart of gold

Surrounded by green nature’s fold

Into this underwater ground

Swam, sunk, stocked

Hurted by rocks

Along those fine sharp sands

Trying to paddle

Through those stormy waves

Embraced by love

Condemn, but still survived

Into this smooth peaceful land

#1

a minute is longer

than an hour

when waiting becomes

mysteriously entangled

with the very fabric

of existence

as you swing through life

always so quietly

I am never sure

when to expect you back

Guitar Sleep

slept under a line of guitars

slowly singing me to sleep

has forged a net of peace

bliss surrounding

forrests of pixie dust

another one bites

~.%

 

 

A Disaster Written about Love

I began cursing frantically
As my fingers hovered across keys
Every word I wrote, every line completed
A disaster….a train wreck in slow motion
A poem whose life was meant to portray
feelings of a foolish man in love
profoundly and with simplicity.

About a woman
That enters a room
As my heart forgets its own beat.
When she speaks
I hear the echo of great wisdom.
Whom kisses me
I feel my place in the universe.

Yet here I am plumes of coffee smoke
Rising from my mug.
Still cursing at the monsoon that is
this poem.
Trying so hard to write about
This love I have for you.

Poem Written Under Water (#1/24)

Poem Written Underwater

Strange to be swimming in my favorite blue dress
the skirt billowing slowly around me
an odd fish to say the least

Deep in the liquid atmosphere and breathing well
no struggling for the old oxygen
that used to keep me

Death, I have feared lifelong my own drowning
and I wonder now why so much
now new inhaling preserves me

I’ll not walk on dirty sand this afternoon, laughing
mirrored back in a lover’s eyes
My reflection extinguished

I’m not gulping and crying for rescuing hands
They reach, I push away, not to be reached
I’m choosing the deep this time

Concerned with love

 

It didn’t feel as good as she remembered.
Now it was tainted.
Most days she played her part,
Her smile was simply painted.
I love you
Three words that once meant so much.
No longer what I wanted
No longer in its clutch.

 

V.Sky