thematic
18 May 2014
purple’s too pale, more like lavender;
but darker shades I cannot see.
Afraid to change appearances,
I pretend that all’s the same.
No one notices me,
soul behind these words,
back on display –
metaphor
for my
life.
centerpiece
05 March 2014
“you look across the fruit and flowers,”
uncomfortable with silence,
but she’s avoiding your gaze.
Such beautiful colors,
reflected in tears.
Flowers wither,
fruit will spoil,
like love
fades.
(written for the Wednesday Challenge, at Jeremy Farmer’s blog)
http://jeremysdailychallenge.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/challenge-wednesday-5-march/
you know who
01 March 2014
He’s come to me at different times,
as if there’s something on his mind.
But, he just stares silently,
then leaves without a word.
I am not afraid
of his return,
but someday,
he will
speak.
true colors
17 February 2014
“You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
But I see your true colors”
(Steinberg/Kelly)
I am not Ansel Adams mind you,
I cannot see the beauty in
black and white surrounding me.
Maybe it’s just Winter,
nothing but these shades
of nothingness,
monochrome,
lifeless,
dead.
I
tend to
become small,
see what I want.
I miss blues and greens,
yellows, reds, oranges,
and my favorite, purple.
Anyone can learn how to see,
but sometimes we lose sight of ourselves.
nine lines
01 January 2014
Would you believe me if I told you
I could fall in love with your eyes
as they lead me to your soul?
I’d ask you for your heart,
but I do not dare
to even hope
that your eyes
might see
me.
a phone call at midnight
24 August 2013
a phone call at midnight
a
phone call
at midnight,
to say goodbye
to those that she loved
leaves me shaken to tears.
Was it some kind of cruel joke?
But no, it was her voice I heard,
even though she’s been dead now for years.
silhouette
30 July 2013
silhouette
silhouette against the setting sun,
details lost to shadow and form,
all I meant to do, undone,
as nightfall steals the warm.
In time, we all fade
to memories.
Who’s to say
we’ll be
gone?
that’s just batty
06 July 2013
that’s just batty
It
could be,
I’m perfect,
I never sleep,
I’d almost suspect
I’m a vampire except
I’ve been staked in the heart, yet
the facts I just have to accept:
I love garlic and hate biting necks.
getting No where
04 July 2013
getting No-where
More No’s, not even Maybe’s or Yes
and I’m not supposed to argue
out of utter frustration?
Where is the compassion?
Does anyone care?
Don’t answer that,
it won’t change
how I
feel.
