letters strewn about like
tumbleweeds across the
bedroom floor. words I forgot
to say scooped up and hidden;
sealed in your back pocket.
my anxiety roaring up,
mouth wide and ready
to devour but suddenly
giving out just before
laundry time. wasn’t it
always tricky to coordinate
our timing?
you see the words didn’t
fall away, you only just
saw the ink bleeding
out when it was already
too late to make out
the meaning.
Shhh
listen in
for the pin dropping
I’ve been
so long here dwelling,
measuring love in teaspoons,
guzzling empty glasses,
savouring flavours barely
lingering on my tongue.
The thorns are waning,
but I can still feel the bruises
swelling in my chest
your lies like litter in
my pulse, rushing through
me like a greyhound on
the track and
I’m always
meaning
to ask,
is this life?
or just the taste of your fleeting heartbeat?
oh, young heart
please don’t
fall
away
Thought I’d do something a little different today and post this one in my own handwriting.
I think it’s legible. I tried, anyway.
Thanks for reading 🙂
now that
you’re gone
I realise I’m
no more lonely
than when you
were here.
I’m falling for you
oh little ballerina
on the evening stage
as swiftly
as we were something,
we were nothing.
Love was here once
before. A wild love,
taken by love in
stride. Untamed love skipping
across the pond, love
sinking under water, love
drowning. Love caught in
love’s own overwhelming throat.
Love crying, streaming down
cheeks. Love brushed away.
Beautiful Anarette challenged me to write a poem about love in ten lines. You can read hers here! Love is always an interesting subject to write about, and always revealing. Here are the guidelines:
When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.”
― Albert Einstein
I nominate all of you who are reading this to partake in the challenge. Leave a link to your poems in the comments and share your words!
unspoken words
idle on anchored lips
hoping to be heard
in hopes once more
a friendly energy
money left on the table
and maybe
a way to make this work
a means of using
tyrannical reserves
to our benefit
a strong defense
take a page from change
in this case,
make it an arrangement
be willing to fail
be broken into pieces
if nothing else,
it could help ease some fears
after so long
because obviously
I’m not to your liking
that’s why
if there’s any room left
all’s well that ends well, right?
Some call it red 