You stalked me from dawn to dusk,
and rounded the earth at night.
You tried to hide behind a shield of darkness,
and watched me brilliantly from the moon instead.
You tortured me with your full body glowing,
and teased me with the faintest crescent smiles.
You put seven seas between us,
but I still set out to feel your warmth against my now frigid flesh.
I swim, with each stroke leaving me at precisely the same spot.
As you continue to dip into the sea
just beyond the horizon,
forever out of reach.
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Pink Slip--Ron Mouadeb
Lex,
It has come to my attention that you are no longer providing the service you were hired for.
What I gained from your employment is nothing compared to the irreparable losses you have cost me.
You didn’t provide the protection I needed, and as my refuge from pain, you seemed only to cause more.
For three years you blinded me to the point that I could not tell if you were ever real.
I regret to inform you that our three-year commitment will officially be terminated, effective immediately.
In another world you would have been an angel, hand delivered to me by men in white, wrapped with my name all over you.
I loved you, once.
But now I love that I won’t have to.
It has come to my attention that you are no longer providing the service you were hired for.
What I gained from your employment is nothing compared to the irreparable losses you have cost me.
You didn’t provide the protection I needed, and as my refuge from pain, you seemed only to cause more.
For three years you blinded me to the point that I could not tell if you were ever real.
I regret to inform you that our three-year commitment will officially be terminated, effective immediately.
In another world you would have been an angel, hand delivered to me by men in white, wrapped with my name all over you.
I loved you, once.
But now I love that I won’t have to.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tame--Lisa Fraser
away in a car
the air smells of daisies
wrapped in a silk ribbon,
dripping water down an arm.
the salty breeze comforts pores.
lifted from creamy thoughts of yearning,
the banked road hugs the shores.
the wheels rotate backward
on the ash-asphalt road.
we keep moving.
moving along.
the air smells of daisies
wrapped in a silk ribbon,
dripping water down an arm.
the salty breeze comforts pores.
lifted from creamy thoughts of yearning,
the banked road hugs the shores.
the wheels rotate backward
on the ash-asphalt road.
we keep moving.
moving along.
An Ocean of Things--Ron Mouadeb
Last night I dreamt I was buried beneath the waves.
There was comfort in the pressure
of water and sand on skin and bone.
Still, I could see upward,
and the sand in my eyes fragmented sunlight into starlight.
Night became day; day became night.
I woke up with salt-stained hair
and sand beneath my nails,
this time trapped under my sheets.
Fluorescent light begged to penetrate my eyes.
But the dream was gone and the sea, dry.
My bed was a desert, bleached and overexposed.
That morning I would have traded cotton for sand
and down feather for salt.
I'll close my eyes again and turn my head.
I can smell the ocean on my pillow
and hear the waves coming for me again.
There was comfort in the pressure
of water and sand on skin and bone.
Still, I could see upward,
and the sand in my eyes fragmented sunlight into starlight.
Night became day; day became night.
I woke up with salt-stained hair
and sand beneath my nails,
this time trapped under my sheets.
Fluorescent light begged to penetrate my eyes.
But the dream was gone and the sea, dry.
My bed was a desert, bleached and overexposed.
That morning I would have traded cotton for sand
and down feather for salt.
I'll close my eyes again and turn my head.
I can smell the ocean on my pillow
and hear the waves coming for me again.
Rondeau after the Storm--Lisa Fraser
Tame taffeta slides between us,
your arms around me, robust.
I must get around to breathing in the soap-scented skin
once lathered in tantric trance and sin, now clean. So that she won’t know.
Your laugh rumbles, softly, curls in my ear,
like August surrendering to September.
We slip, smoking out the bubbles of summer nights
filled to the brim with stars. You are not mine.
Tuesday green leaves sway outside — a curtain of beads,
dancing in our celebration of the clandestine. Creamy thoughts of yearning rise.
Quixotic clouds graze past the blue of skies, seducing
a rainbow of imbued dye to arch over us.
We riff, repeat, blow out the bass and I must get around to drinking you.
your arms around me, robust.
I must get around to breathing in the soap-scented skin
once lathered in tantric trance and sin, now clean. So that she won’t know.
Your laugh rumbles, softly, curls in my ear,
like August surrendering to September.
We slip, smoking out the bubbles of summer nights
filled to the brim with stars. You are not mine.
Tuesday green leaves sway outside — a curtain of beads,
dancing in our celebration of the clandestine. Creamy thoughts of yearning rise.
Quixotic clouds graze past the blue of skies, seducing
a rainbow of imbued dye to arch over us.
We riff, repeat, blow out the bass and I must get around to drinking you.
Forget Forgot--Ron Mouadeb
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
How soon the novelty wears off
How weary we become
How fragile the steel cage
How lonesome it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
How often we recall
How repeatedly we dream
How quickly we lose sight
How hurtful it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
How easily we float
How soundly we sleep
How forgiving we can be
How ridiculous it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
when tomorrow morning comes.
that never forgets
How soon the novelty wears off
How weary we become
How fragile the steel cage
How lonesome it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
How often we recall
How repeatedly we dream
How quickly we lose sight
How hurtful it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
How easily we float
How soundly we sleep
How forgiving we can be
How ridiculous it may seem.
How heavy the mind
that never forgets
when tomorrow morning comes.
Tuesday--Lisa Fraser
Arbitrary and contrary
to the most ordinary
The outcast looks to the sky
for February
The leaves and branches
H
A
N
G
like august leaning into September –
lazy, long,
begging to be remembered
Like a curtain of beads
Tuesday green leaves
sway
brushing the spirit of wondrous soul
Set adrift on a journey unknown
stars, now
De -
throned,
cast light upon the rolling stone
And Tuesday O P E N S her arms to the afternoon
Memories of June rush in
The quixotic clouds grazing
past the blue of the sky
Seduces autumn to imbue his dye …
Tomorrow the clock will be reset
into this time when thoughts and wind
intertwined with the chiming of reminders
accompanying Tuesday
to the most ordinary
The outcast looks to the sky
for February
The leaves and branches
H
A
N
G
like august leaning into September –
lazy, long,
begging to be remembered
Like a curtain of beads
Tuesday green leaves
sway
brushing the spirit of wondrous soul
Set adrift on a journey unknown
stars, now
De -
throned,
cast light upon the rolling stone
And Tuesday O P E N S her arms to the afternoon
Memories of June rush in
The quixotic clouds grazing
past the blue of the sky
Seduces autumn to imbue his dye …
Tomorrow the clock will be reset
into this time when thoughts and wind
intertwined with the chiming of reminders
accompanying Tuesday
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