Three poems written the night of 10.8.04 in a Poetry Tag Group room
Memories Passed (extended Haiku)
Was it ever Spring?
The petals opened and fell
before I noticed.
Did you say goodbye?
I turned around to kiss you
and inhaled your scent.
Was yesterday here
while I lingered in the past
musing tomorrows?
Absolute Silence (free verse)
Nothing you said actually made sense
the language was familiar and the tone unabrasive
yet it slid past me,
like a lazy breeze on a perfect day...
My hearing is fine, my cognitive skills are normal...
something else is wrong....or, maybe not...
Occurs to me.....In the house around the corner
they play acid rock all day, which I dislike, and so.... I tune it out
It's a survival skill.
Yet some times I wonder if the lyrics aren't embedded, somewhere deep,
etched in my brain, waiting to scream out at any unsuspecting person,
who should unluckily annoy me...
Once ,long ago I read that Mozart has a certain effect,
on sleeping patterns, creativity and studying ability,
I can believe this.
God only knows ,the moment you speak, I'm in a trance.
If I listened, to what you actually said, I'd gag..So I suppose, I actually don't hear you .
My defenses are well honed....
.
Yes, I'm a survivior ....without an island...
no competition, and absolutley no million dollar prize. And that's fine.
We sink, or swim.
I drown out your din, and a world of disorder, hoping it doesn't seep in...
I concentrate on what matters most, and try to listen
to the absolute silence of my soul.
My Hearts Done Time
Looks deceive and
innocence is lost
despite shining eyes.
Pain can exist
despite soothing climes ..
Lust is not always ...an affliction.
.
Tears can scar
in hidden places.
Eyes will never see
the aching traces .
Loves' ecstasy
sears into the veins
and trust, is left lurking afar...
Watch your step.
Don't follow shallow
prints along my spine
My backs not broken but
my hearts done time
I'm working on a barefoot grin
and beginning again.
