why is it that I
have such a tough time
with poems
that don’t rhyme
Am I such a rule follower
that I can’t even break from
this childish nonsense that
poetry has to rhyme
Or even that words themselves
need to make sense
out of the chaos in my mind
And where and who
taught me that
this world isn’t really
about happiness
to me these are signs
that there certainly is
no god that I would ever worship
because what god
would make a world
where sacrifice and pain
mean more than love?
and poetry has to rhyme?
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Is it fair
I shout silently
T've worked all my life
Forty nine trips around the sky
slowly turning a wild child
into reckless youth
a man-child with hair on fire
and desire
morphing into husband, loyal
a father, caring and kind
but trusting, no
never quite that
Only now
I scream without sound
furious that fate has chosen
This, of all times
to lay at my feet
one true friend
worthy of trust
unbridled lust
deserving love
a kindred soul
the perfect match
but fate states, no
it isn't fair
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
mistakes were made
along the way
the capricious cruelness
of life
crept in
seeds of doubt
nourished with shards
of pain and confusion
fell on
fallow soil
unwilling to yield
the hard ground
tenaciously guarded
by desire
and hope
two wishful lovers
are blissfully granted
a chance to learn
once more
to trust
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
What have I done
Never have I been so open
Exposed and naked
Nowhere left to hide
Do you still seek me?
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:18 PM UTC
Does the moth
drawn to the flame
fear
or does he
know only light
warmth
knowing fear
would he shy
freezing
or fly direct
heedless
Into the flames
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
The bloom fades
petals fall
One by one
gently to earth
And in clusters
ripped away
in times less pleasant
The luminous fruit
of their memory
a brilliant orb amongst thorns
A promise of flowering
Yet to be
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC