poetry – Page 16 – Poétique

Waves

Vernal blooms are opening
A way to see a new opportunity
On an old path that keeps
Trailing in the most adroit stages

Observe how folks know not
How to respect or love and then
Observe yourself in the moment
As someone who has taken
Initiative to care for others
Even in the midst of this
Unfeeling and cold climate

Was there a mental capacity
That shifted when we walked
Through the space as a professional
Is it a brainwave that operates
Differently because we wear
Slacks and not sweats
Hair tied up or down
Makeup no makeup
Who are we underneath it all

Seasons change and so do we
Do they also define what we
Become at the edge of our
Fingertips

Recarpet the bedroom
Dust the corners of the space
Try and retrace what you wanted
And who you were before you
Started asking questions about
The meaning of life

Losing track of the beginning
Maybe there is no end
Grab hold of what you have
The world is leaking
Time to surf

Treedance

If you don’t want to be consumed
Maybe it’s easier to let go
Fuzzy bear holds you close
Soft and fluffy delicate texture
On your face every place
Something softer than reality

I guess it doesn’t matter
When the page turns
It’s time to take charge
Of whatever situation
Is attempting to scramble
Your surroundings

Fresh herbs coming in
Helps to forget about the past
Harvest of tomorrow feels like
Shedding all your woes
Dropping all your clothes
Just naked for the future

Missing a friend time to
Sit on the couch
Time to listen to a record
Or lose yourself in the laughter
Something real not just
An experiment for your feelings
Genuine love tangled up
In the air with a true friend

What did the others want?

Gravel

I worked so hard to
Put it together just right
Every stone in place
In every color every detail
When it was time to move it
To the top deck I placed it
On wheels and rolled it
Over cobblestones
And other bumpy terrain
Until I got to the stairs
Where I called out for help
I thought it would be someone
I knew to trust behind me
And as we both worked
Lifted up the tower it
Started to fall apart
Into so many pieces
Before my eyes all my effort
Even the top came off
Instantly on the ground
I tried not to get upset
But the uncertainty
Of the person who was
Helping me who was not
Whom I thought it would be
With green hair and peculiar
Despair I don’t know you
Climbing to the top
My father and my brother
Smiling standing behind
A counter of cuisine
I’m asking where were you!?
I needed you!
But I can choose to start over
Even if I climb down to
Pick up the top of my
Outdoor stone creation
Multicolor rocks and grey
You can build it again
I say

Ballooning

I don’t know how much more
There is left to disregard
How much can a person
Take of insensitivity?

Yellow blanket
Run for cover
Hiding under the
Detestation of stress
Embrace the nothingness
Feel yourself exploding

Nobody to see you
No one to wonder where you are
Where are you really

The weight of the stars
The headache of no sleep
You’re losing yourself
I’m confortable in
The middle of nowhere

Grass at the back of your head
Whatever matters today
Matters less tomorrow
Who’s awake
Who’s sleeping

Brontide

Bamboozled me into believing
Something else was true love
My success is her demise
Even if she walks like a ghost
In the background of my life
She is ingrained in the fabric
Of my watery living past
Left to haunt me like an apparition
That only he who remembers
Or chooses not to forget by
Looking back through images
Like a video in his mind
And pictures of a vibrating history
Shaking the walls of his soul
Is left desultory to want to believe
Real care existed or did it just live
In the past not consistent anymore
Or forever a stratagem to
Love without measure
This was always his hope

Hyaline

In a transparent plastic free
Earth like experience he
Let go of all the other crap
That was holding him back
But in wild wonder still had
Enough left in him to be
Graceful with even the
People that didn’t want
To care or know how he was
Is it because when we let go
We give up our best selves
In a permission thrown
Over the fire all the words
That we need to take flight
Even without a response
It seems impossible to
Request that if any person
Should want to smile back
Share the existence
Or same sentiment
Of what he recognized
In the gorgeousness of the past
Where it belongs
Where it can be left
Where it also lives on

Oiseaux

Multifariously desisting
Licking his wounds he
Rips the facade out of his eyes
Dances on the table
Stumbling off into the
Unexpected arms of
A welcoming and loving
Ground that only wants
To be a cold comfort
Rather not scream
Out loud getting
Ourselves into more
Trouble but wouldn’t
It be satisfactory to
Hear some delicious
Calls from the wild
Beckoning out of the dark
Hollow to love us
Without haunting us
In such a way that
A payback has yet to
Return knocking at the
Soles of our bones
Rattling the towers
Where all the bells hung
He tucked himself
Low enough to holler out
Unnoticed but sang
Instead to the pigeons
Ah to be wanted
By something
Even if it were
Only birds

Undercurrent

How can we not feel as
Amazing to ourselves as
We are to others
Computer dashboard
As the stress settles in
Why do we have to do
Another thing to make up for
The thing we didn’t do right
In our minds?
A lot of commotion everyone
Waits for their turn
One more performance
To complete their task
A job that will say
They have passed
But for what…
We’re still not sure
And the people who
Know how to run things
Are all scattered about
I was trying to find
One more time
Or opportunity or person or…
Somehow not getting it
Exactly right brought out
The shame and then of course
Don’t get too close
I realized I had done
Just enough to
Accomplish what needed
To be done in my
Fever dream
Is it better yet?

Procrastination

Les vernissages
There is a pleading
An asking to understand
What were we thinking?
When would it be
Important enough
To show a greater interest
Maybe an emphasis
For the actual person standing
In front of you not the past
Or the people that you
Made a way for to pledge
Does procrastination give
More than a permission
A perfect right to be
Almost available
One foot out the door
Master at the quark
Unpredictable looks
Irrelevant now
Extreme expressions
All the particles that
Lead to the fress
A buffet of broken
Possibilities

Pierre

Imperturbable gloaming
Hanging over our eyes in
Dim paradise constantly
Looking back at visions of you
Is it that complicated or
Perhaps it’s simpler than that?

We cannot compare human
Love to that of the gods and
Yet I feel my heart stomping
When I think of meshing the
In between

Have I caught you
In a dream from my past
Recompense to find you
Finally at last in my garden
On the shoulders of guidance
Or sitting in this chair I
May have deceived myself
Into believing what matters
Is simply the backside of what
We thought counted for something

In the underneath all the
Rubble all the manufactured
Nothing piles of stuff is a
Gateway to behold a connection
To incline and follow corridors into
Like the chambers of the heart
A more intelligent way to
Propose existence as the
Vehicle for connection lives
In the congregating of tea
And communication connected
In touch not by way of money

Finance breathes
Only as a means to get there
To receive your motions to
Love in that manner or direction
Which frees us from the decree of
Needing financial retributive
Functionalities in the breast of
Complete love held by the
Sanctity of knowing is the
Reassurance to be heard and
Somehow comforted by an
Ancient vision that is tangible

What can be found and seen presently
Without questionable being in you
There then a rug on the floor
Buildings still standing small made
Of Abu Dhabi and curls over your eyes
In a draping tapestry of possibilities
A fortified palace of stone
Eight thousand and five hundred years old
Or more to explore the distance between
Here, there, then and now spirituel