poetry – Page 60 – Poétique

Decoding a Dream

If you have survived grief
Then you have learned
How to exist within a nightmare
If life is an inconvenience
If it doesn’t fit into your
Picture perfect frame
(Except for where you
disconcertingly find room)
Then it’s clear that
You already know that nightmares
Can come true

A dream can become a
Flailed fantasy but can a
Nightmare become a dream?
Snow hangs above me
Resting on my brow
The sun is traveling sideways
Rather than up or down
Just as Kiribati floats
Along the equator
My heart sinks with the
Rising of the moon
No holiday exists yet
To celebrate or forget it
If a candle burns
No one knows who lit it
When you finally opened
My eyes decoding the dream
I thought to be a nightmare
It was still only a dream

Floating Away

Am I a spitting image
Someone who absorbed
Everything about you
Standing outside of myself
Observing from above
Detached I see so many
Aspects that mirror the pond
Of your reflection something
Like northern lights bouncing
Back at me or reminding me
That there is already
Salt in my blood
I will stand barefoot in myself
Withholding prejudice
Just a little reminder
That I am still myself and
That I also come from
Someone who gave me a lot
Even if they cannot show up
In the way I have elevated
Ground me keep me on
This earth because
I can feel myself
Floating away

Let the Bird

That’s enough for now
Let the bird return home
All the i’s have been dotted
All the t’s have been crossed
All the calls have been made
And the fridge is full
Let the bird fly back home
Return to the nest
After all the rest has been done
No bottles left to swig
No attorneys left to bridge
All the expectations have been
Settled now we’re through
Satisfied the bird still flies
And finds a way back home
Settled once here across the world
Off to Munich and back we go
Let the bird return home
To enjoy the fruits
Frozen berries fresh alike
Every kind we are all so
Fulfilled to know the heart’s
No longer lonely
When it returns home to itself
No more waiting to be told
And what the tree shall soon behold
All the riches of the traveling
Weary wings to rest again
That’s enough for now
Let the bird return home

Housemaid

I’m only a housemaid
Available to you
Whenever you want
You fulfill all your needs
And desires throughout your
World elsewhere and I
Fill in the blanks
I’m a blank
A general spot for you to
Pat on the head
There there
One line answers
Mediocre responses
I’ve tried everything I know
There’s no tiger milk that
Can suss out anything different
Than what I’ve already
Found hanging upside down
In a regular jungle of my
Own feelings nothing really
More to say sitting at a
Table for one with elegant
Fingers and casual smiles
Craving a new friend for the evening
Would be more delightful than
Hoping an old friend could
Actually read me and understand
My feelings after all these years
After all these feelings
Less feelings, less tears
Low light and the fondness
Reflecting in a strangers eyes
Stargazing across the table
A little less sad
A little less dramatic
A little less like a housemaid

Mercenary

What people forget is
How we can love deeply
Without sex and in that love
Can be deeper than the
Love you have with someone
You have had sex with
Why is it so important
For you to know that depth
Like a soldier of fortune
Why does it matter to me
So much to have you
Know just how deeply
I can love a person
How much I love
What difference will it make
In my life if I believe you
Understand how deeply I love
It’s indescribable for me to
Know that someone knows
And I believe that you are
Actually capable of understanding
Likewise you may have
Some other
Knowledge or perspective
On this that
I do not
As a
Soldier with a mission for love
I’m grasping at the straws
Of my youth wanting to
Share it with you so you can live
Through the music loving it too
Wishing you could feel it
In the same way I do
Sharing deeply
In my utmost honesty I will probably
Never know if you actually comprehend
How much I love you
You say it’s not for me to know
But the truth is that
I can never know
If you have received the absolute
Depths of my love
With ability
In the way I intended
Inadvertently
I can only hope
That you do

It

Unworthy light
Symbolic roses skipping
Thorns in my teeth
Bragging rights
Blood on my lips
Six more steps until
The sky comes crashing down
On a plateau
Upon my chest
Darkness expands into
A matter of absent stars
Everything else is yellowed
By the sun and my lungs
Become one breath
For you to breathe
Take it or leave

A Better Place Now

Not all of it was bad
Not all of it was good
But I’m glad we closed the door
Not all of it was happy
Not all of it was sad
But I’m glad it’s finally over
Packed the rest of the space up
Turned over the keys and said
Time to go our own ways now
Nothing else we can say now
Hug it out and move on to
A better place now

Can You Hear

Can you hear the song
The way that I hoped when I sent it
Can you feel my love
The way that I meant when I sent it
Can you understand me when
I look at you with silent eyes
Does the sun rise in your heart
When I send you all my sparks
Can you feel the heat in the ground
When I’m dancing with my feet
Thump thump pound pound lo lo
Love is the sound that we’re making
Love is the rhythm we’re creating
Isn’t the passion excruciating
Thump thump pound pound lo lo
Loves’ echoes shaking your body
Embracing you tightly
Morning and nightly
The sun’s shining brightly
Embracing you tightly
Morning and nightly
The sun’s shining brightly
Walking beside you keeping up
With your love if I’m high or I’m sober
Run with that feeling over and over
In my mind you’re in my mind
My body is your body can you feel
My sincerity trusting me
Waterfall all over you

Everything Again

When most things are in place
Occasionally one is out
Through the top of the circus tent
I find myself exploding
Soaring into the sky without
Understanding every way
Every possible why
Each movement always so
Calculated until one is not
The happenstance is a different
Kind of stress a different
Type of letting go a different
Scent then I have smelled before
But it arouses me in a
Nuclear sort of way
A hiss and a pop and
Every essence flows
Like a river before me
Into the abyss of everything
And nothing and then
Everything again

Kicking About

Well known in the village
And generally disliked
He walked around the outside
Of the foreboding walls
Lined with overconfident creatures
Their conversation bubbles drifted up and
Popped just before they
Touched the stratosphere of ear
Almost good enough foresight by
Thursdays sun rays and all
Intellectual standards
Boasting and or meaning to write
Down whatever was happening
However failing in the drought
Because the ink was drying up
And the universe was running out
Of paper but not trees so much
Lowering the incipient changes
To a minimum of two inches
Or three before they debunked the
Naysayers who delighted in the
Limbo of twists poles and roller trolls
Celebrations of Dionysus
Carried about the night until the morning
Perhaps even offering up their
Baby carriages to the seeds of
All the Grape Gods later
Perhaps post learning that
He had disappeared and
Walked around the celebration though
They missed him tremendously
They somehow forgot he wasn’t
There of course the axis remained in
Full swing and the whole earth
Rejoiced in the face of a new time
For the era that was to be
Would soon make stairs for
All of us to climb