Miscellaneous Poetry About Distance
Miscellaneous works from a couple of years back. I'm working my way towards the present day. Some of these I adore. Most of them are nicely fitting with my mood lately.
Eyed and Seek
My eyes are salted clean like wounds,
and pleated in her skirt,
she'll turn with but a look and burn,
and hit me where it hurts.
She always stands too close with hands
that clasp and drift and swim before my gaze, untrusted like the tree,
I know/too much.
A small drum sings my ribs to bend into a twisting torrent,
she, the eve, and I the dark,
the gaunt celestial mirror-moon,
and she, the noon,
and I the late-in-the-day,
the past carpe diem dueller,
windmills tilt at me.
for am I not amiss to drift back to the kiss not tasted, lips not won?
to strive to touch and taste the sun,
So young, that burns with eyes of ice?
Wide Eyed
At my sight you mist my eyes
and through the side roads
lead you down by hand
and you demand my eyes
command my heart to stand
I cannot look away.
Your eyes cold blue but deep
can capture me again
but strive, your soft skin freckled
best to blind me like a dream
it seemed I was to be the leader
but I'm lost and turn to you to see,
I'm trapped held rapt by you,
my muse
I cannot look away
Imprisoned by it willingly
I kneel to feel suppressed
to test your power over me
am blessed and though dressed
undressed in your eyes
I lie, but would I lie
and how could I
beneath your gaze
I strain but I am powerless
to move/to breathe
I cannot look away
I'm yours.
Kept In
Bloody, busted jaw,
shattered windows
knee jerk communication.
Turned off.
Stop step stride,
one foot in front of the other.
Cold death, stark as a streetlamp,
gleaming in the darkness,
under the snow.
Loud,
it’s all too loud,
the voices, the calling,
the Talent.
Stop block it out
night waves a dim cry,
blacker than black.
Sit stab burst,
Useless, wasteless, faceless.
Alabaster.
Bleed for me.
My mercy through my silence,
I am nothing without my words.
Without my passion,
I am edited prose pain.
Monogamy in children’s rhymes,
monogamy in melted seeds,
Melted wasted waves.
Brunt
Bust
Burnt.
In a crowd.
Clichéd
Sit stand stop stare.
I am wasted like butterflies in winter.
Not Has Been But Never Was
Subtle droplets on tree’s trunks can call forth memories,
like photographs that never grey,
like tears that
never come.
A pull so vicious yet so small can tug you from this place inside,
like metaphors and old closed doors,
like words I’ll
never say.
While worlds away and different now you’ll stay under my skin,
like cuts that bleed and bleed and bleed,
like ink that
never dries.
I’d write a wordless book of you, if I could lose my words,
like songs I’ve sung into the night,
like sudden pangs
of you.
And every now and then I see the things I thought I’d left behind,
like graceful cuttings on my mind,
like subtle
almost-thoughts.
I won’t forget, but may move on, into new life’s mystique,
like tapestries I’ll showcase you,
like mine
and not mine
still.
Cool
In the cool of the morning,
in the half-remembered thought,
I can feel you on my skin.
The waiting is painless if you let it be.
Underwater, I call the ripples down,
They surround me, and I sparkle with tingles across my back
And arms,
But they slip into my lungs and I drown.
Each moment is a mystery,
each section of the day born of another question,
The whys and hows of impossibilities.
The “awe” in the impossible sounds
like my echoes,
ticking back and forth in my head
with each glimpse,
and the steady shift of the traffic lights.
I awaken in the bed of moss,
softly glowing under waves
a mermaid’s whisper
in my ears. Haunted by…
I hum a memory,
Not quite reachable, just below the surf,
Somewhere in the mi(d)st ,
Winter’s breath slips in and out of my lungs.
Waves of Conversation
Sand between the toes,
The beach beyond meaning (lies) at the edge of the sea of your words
Words I have ceased to follow, swimming in and out of consciousness.
My teeth swept “lose” from my mouth,
sentence formed with words like “you.”
Through missed tick/tocks you follow the clock
I can’t exist in this time/frames don’t frame this mind.
Your power/source unseen force like blades that cut the air around your lips,
Your fingers’ tips that slip your heart out on your sleeve.
Rapt. I am wrapped up in the blanket of sound.
In the icicle jingle that is your punctuation.
My knees, cut, let blood seep from stones embedded worshipping you.
Last, but not least, the listeners eyes are the true tellers of tales.
Eyed and Seek
My eyes are salted clean like wounds,
and pleated in her skirt,
she'll turn with but a look and burn,
and hit me where it hurts.
She always stands too close with hands
that clasp and drift and swim before my gaze, untrusted like the tree,
I know/too much.
A small drum sings my ribs to bend into a twisting torrent,
she, the eve, and I the dark,
the gaunt celestial mirror-moon,
and she, the noon,
and I the late-in-the-day,
the past carpe diem dueller,
windmills tilt at me.
for am I not amiss to drift back to the kiss not tasted, lips not won?
to strive to touch and taste the sun,
So young, that burns with eyes of ice?
Wide Eyed
At my sight you mist my eyes
and through the side roads
lead you down by hand
and you demand my eyes
command my heart to stand
I cannot look away.
Your eyes cold blue but deep
can capture me again
but strive, your soft skin freckled
best to blind me like a dream
it seemed I was to be the leader
but I'm lost and turn to you to see,
I'm trapped held rapt by you,
my muse
I cannot look away
Imprisoned by it willingly
I kneel to feel suppressed
to test your power over me
am blessed and though dressed
undressed in your eyes
I lie, but would I lie
and how could I
beneath your gaze
I strain but I am powerless
to move/to breathe
I cannot look away
I'm yours.
Kept In
Bloody, busted jaw,
shattered windows
knee jerk communication.
Turned off.
Stop step stride,
one foot in front of the other.
Cold death, stark as a streetlamp,
gleaming in the darkness,
under the snow.
Loud,
it’s all too loud,
the voices, the calling,
the Talent.
Stop block it out
night waves a dim cry,
blacker than black.
Sit stab burst,
Useless, wasteless, faceless.
Alabaster.
Bleed for me.
My mercy through my silence,
I am nothing without my words.
Without my passion,
I am edited prose pain.
Monogamy in children’s rhymes,
monogamy in melted seeds,
Melted wasted waves.
Brunt
Bust
Burnt.
In a crowd.
Clichéd
Sit stand stop stare.
I am wasted like butterflies in winter.
Not Has Been But Never Was
Subtle droplets on tree’s trunks can call forth memories,
like photographs that never grey,
like tears that
never come.
A pull so vicious yet so small can tug you from this place inside,
like metaphors and old closed doors,
like words I’ll
never say.
While worlds away and different now you’ll stay under my skin,
like cuts that bleed and bleed and bleed,
like ink that
never dries.
I’d write a wordless book of you, if I could lose my words,
like songs I’ve sung into the night,
like sudden pangs
of you.
And every now and then I see the things I thought I’d left behind,
like graceful cuttings on my mind,
like subtle
almost-thoughts.
I won’t forget, but may move on, into new life’s mystique,
like tapestries I’ll showcase you,
like mine
and not mine
still.
Cool
In the cool of the morning,
in the half-remembered thought,
I can feel you on my skin.
The waiting is painless if you let it be.
Underwater, I call the ripples down,
They surround me, and I sparkle with tingles across my back
And arms,
But they slip into my lungs and I drown.
Each moment is a mystery,
each section of the day born of another question,
The whys and hows of impossibilities.
The “awe” in the impossible sounds
like my echoes,
ticking back and forth in my head
with each glimpse,
and the steady shift of the traffic lights.
I awaken in the bed of moss,
softly glowing under waves
a mermaid’s whisper
in my ears. Haunted by…
I hum a memory,
Not quite reachable, just below the surf,
Somewhere in the mi(d)st ,
Winter’s breath slips in and out of my lungs.
Waves of Conversation
Sand between the toes,
The beach beyond meaning (lies) at the edge of the sea of your words
Words I have ceased to follow, swimming in and out of consciousness.
My teeth swept “lose” from my mouth,
sentence formed with words like “you.”
Through missed tick/tocks you follow the clock
I can’t exist in this time/frames don’t frame this mind.
Your power/source unseen force like blades that cut the air around your lips,
Your fingers’ tips that slip your heart out on your sleeve.
Rapt. I am wrapped up in the blanket of sound.
In the icicle jingle that is your punctuation.
My knees, cut, let blood seep from stones embedded worshipping you.
Last, but not least, the listeners eyes are the true tellers of tales.