I write my own universe inside a snow globe Where fields of lilac and rows of holly Coexist without juxtaposition Where a mother is also a sister And a sister is someone I can trust Where truth and reality do not conflict With any of my own personal truths or realities
Shake me hard, turning me this way and that I am in flux, I am inside the water That from the outside looking in poses as air The winter birds and the summer birds Perch in the same trees, eat the same seeds I am dreaming here with eyes open Love does not perish here, not in my delicate orb
I'm Unable To say what I mean because The words are all Lodged in my throat But whoa! So suddenly They're spilling out wildly In a long, incoherent ramble
We speak in tongues The wicked we Me and my anxieties
Losing peace And lost to sleep No sleep tonight for me
My words are jumbled Mumbled sounds Can you find them In the lost and found?
Insane is pain In painful times These chains aren't yours But mine
I can't stand the smell Of Clorox disinfectant wipes They remind me of all The times I used them To scrub your blood Out of the sheets on my bed And how many nights I Fell asleep to their scent While worrying about you
I can't stand the smell Because I used those wipes To disinfect the stuffed cat I cuddle with now for comfort The stuffed cat that smelled For days of your final weeks The stuffed cat I adore That doesn't smell like your Death or Clorox anymore
Blackbirds Green t-shirts Cassette tapes Doodles
These ordinary items Were treasures
Road dots Sweatpants Red camera A ring
This was a tangible Happiness
Poetry is just as visual As any other form of art.
The punctuation, the spacing, The length and width In the breaking of lines,
Thoughtful Arrangement Of words
Matters.
It matters as I am painting with letters.
It's part of the picture, The texture of poetry Is flowing, flowing.
Do you see? I ask,
D o y o u s e e m e a n i n g?
Kingdoms that we built Inside our neighboring, Rolling, hillside towns Still stand strong and Towering, but only in my Enchanted daydreams, the Night fell fast in yours
If I fall asleep now Will we pick up where we left Off in last night's dream? Lips finally locked In a desperate homecoming A desire, a longing Come to labored fruition
Maybe when I sleep I'll return to that Mountain where we folded Effortlessly into each other Where we dropped pretenses And indulged in a fantasy That left me on waking
If we can't exist In this humbling reality Then let me live in My dreaming with the Alternate us, the version Of ourselves that overcame All our worldly obstacles
If I fall asleep now Will you meet me there? Come out of your dream into Mine, let us talk, let us Speak our unspoken uncertainties Of our comforts and the truths We've held on our tongues
Meet me on the water Where we drifted on our backs Where an alternate us floated Contently in the forest lake Where a ripple effect kept us Closer together, meet me Where our dreams still collide
I don't think of you I don't look for you Blink, you're here Blink, you're gone
I walk through my day I go about life Step, you appear Step, you fade
I curl up in bed I sleep and don't Dream Inhale, I breathe you Exhale, I let go
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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