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james-nealon
james-nealon
American I am a recently widowed father of three trying to make sense of it all.
Do not wonder why I do not dream. I do not need to wander the plains of fantasy. Wiggling down rabbit holes like Alice. Screaming in nightmare or far-flung horizons. Never weeping for the loss of love. My dignity intact as I never need laugh. Never need to live. Never need to breathe. Sleep.
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 5:36 PM UTC
Sleep
Long sitting in fields of brilliant white. Standing tall in pillars of clear crystal water. Like razors and pain in the eternal wind. Skies forever shrouded with a hood of gray. Winter. Darkness long after the dawn, short days. Bitter cold morning walks, wind howling. Dazzling sunshine in the afternoon, freezing cold. Darkness descends like a sheet, so early. Winter.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 3:31 PM UTC
Winter
Let joy shall crash upon you like the waves from the sea, heavy and full of unexpectedness. Let love drift to you like the soft smell of hyacinth from the gardens below your window. Deny not the furtive scrapings of passion always clawing and biting their way into your life. Allow life to be lived as life, not as scripted verse, not like this.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 10:05 AM UTC
Allow
In the depths of a pool of blue, oh so blue water I seek her. I seek her with eyes that have never even seen a single rising of the sun. I seek her with ears that have never even heard the beating of a heart. I seek her with fingers that long to feel the passion of life. I seek her with a tongue that has never sipped the sweet vintage of youth. I seek her to know her. I seek her to love her. I seek her.
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Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 3:06 AM UTC
Surface
hide me from the shadows. hide me from the light. keep me from the windows keep me out of sight. tell the lies and say i'm rich. tell the lies and say i pray. never tell her that i'm his ***** never tell her that i'm gay. tell my momma not to cry. her baby will be back. never say he wants to die that all he wants is smack.
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Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 3:06 PM UTC
hide
You can sing to me songs of heartfelt camaraderie, but until I feel the true pain of your tears upon my shoulders, I will not know anything of you. You can hold me in your arms, strong and wonderful, but if I do not know your weaknesses, your sorrow, how do I know you? Weep with me, share your pain with me and I will be yours far past the horizon of the next dawn.
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Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 12:41 PM UTC
Break
Do not cry for me when I am gone into the dark. Do not sing songs for me when I pass from this place. Do not make speeches when I shuffle the mortal coil. Weep for me, weep for me and show me that your hearts are sad, not just your minds and your ego.
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Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC
Weep