How fragile this friendship, Which shatters the moment I say, “I love you.”
Tag: Freeform
Poetry that does not follow conventional patterns and formats.
I am worse when I think of you
I am worse when I think of you, Unbidden, unannounced, unintended, I’m writing a poem, reading a book, Or doing nothing at all, And then, Suddenly, You’re here beside me with a smile, A cup of coffee, A kind word. And I need to keep focused, Keep writing, keep reading, Keep nothing at all, Because … Continue reading I am worse when I think of you
In the Hollow of the Mind
A young child once prayed aloud, her troubles in a whisper, And was answered by spirits, very eager to help her. Despite all of her lose friends, and a loving family, She often felt most anxious, invisible and lonely. So the spirits aided her, in the only way they knew, They made a home of … Continue reading In the Hollow of the Mind
The Arrogance of Time
The arrogance of Time is she presumes to heal, Promising to numb the pain we hoard and steal, Gently soothe bloodied souls to once again feel, Banish cruel memories - her intents ideal. But I cling to her hand to make my appeal: "Don't take away my pains, this lonely ordeal, They are all that … Continue reading The Arrogance of Time
Smoke and Mirrors
How often she has taken me to her lips,The taste of honey-smoke dreams wafting,Drifting like handfuls of dripping arias,Intoxicating, the poisonous laughter,So I, enthralled and blissful, seek,Her incandescent eyes reflecting eternity,Of the hollow of my soul.
A Sort of Danse Macabre
In fiery tongues of the ancient fireling,Dances the ghost of the Magician's Daughter,and her paramour, the starry-eyed Owl King,Their zephyrus song-revelry growing louder,Summon shadow-laughter, crackling kindling,While the warlock trapped weeps to be without her,Her, who lies in darkness, unseen fate-weaving,Whisper prayers for forgiveness in spring showers,Magic made real only through painful living.
Fragmented Words
After all is said and done, will my fragmented words mean anything, to anyone?
Adrift the Sea of Creativity
I am adrift the currents of my own creativity,A shattered moon overhead, looming despondently,Gleaming on the glassy surface of these calm seas,I breathe in the stars with shuddering ecstasy,And dive down into the unfathomable deeps,Harvesting glimmering pearls of my fantasies,Clinging like barnacles to shipwrecked stories,Full of potential, romantic, tragic, dreamy,But I dare not linger too … Continue reading Adrift the Sea of Creativity
Unintended Poetry
There is an arrangement of flowers on the small patio across from me,A collection of red Tulips and silvery Lilies, well-tended and orderly,I have never seen the owner, but their commitment was clear to see,Inspired, I planted some flowers of my own, Fuchsias and Pansies,So I was a touch shocked to see, over the course … Continue reading Unintended Poetry
In Abjurum
As the stone grows worn from the endless rains, It recalls a time before the lands had names, Before the tall trees were torn down and chained, When the wild things roamed alive and untamed, Living to be free, unyoked, without shame, Such was the way of things, the cycle maintained Until one day They … Continue reading In Abjurum
Discarded Recollections 