Soloy

Jun 2020

C Mahood

The Starling landed on the sand,
A twitching head it tilted,
Towards old bill,
Wrinkled and weathered.
His old black hat
Ripped, stitched & feathered.
The Starling rested in his hand
Through time's fingers sand now wilted.

Passing the same bench I pass each week. On the beach near my home, I see an old man sitting alone staring to the see. Today I saw him looking at a bird that landed on the other side of the bench. On my return trip back from. The far end of the beach the same man slept, his hand open, holding bread he was feeding the birds. A small Bird ventured towards his palm as this poem fluttered to my mind. How life can be so fast and busy and death can be so sweet and gentle.

#death #love #nature #birds #rest #time #sand #lifee

Jun 2020

Infamous one

C29

All alone feels like things are fading
From friends to standing solo
Called to check up stay connected
Sent a text to an old friend
No response use to being ignored
No one that busy so the hint is taken
It's about making time
Over one sided friendships
Talking their character up
While they bad mouth
From wanting friends to isolation
Sacrificed now not doing anything
Did stuff not proud for friends
or justifying anymore walked away
Living with guilt labeled with burden
Trying to redeem
New people prefer to be alone

Soloy Jun 2020

The Musician

I strung the movements
with my heart.
With shrieks of desperate madness
to escape my self enfetter.

Paper beats rock but
My notes bounce back off blunt
damp stonewalls,
cornering me off.
I'm trapped.
My music goes nowhere,
An eternity's echo
Rings of despair

I model after myself,
each movement, each blow
A craft to my hole.

Where I yearn to see the open sky
Where my music can soar and fly

Just let it go,
Uncage it,
Let it flow.

I'm sleepy af when I wrote this

#music #musician #trapped

Jun 2020

My attempts of being a poet

Dry

.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a jungle when the clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what I write, I barely feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain

Es frustrante tener las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras

#dry #nature #sadness #rain #drop #desert #write #feel

Soloy Jun 2020

Moonlight

I pull-up
Under the moonlight
Where trees fall
unto heaven's respite

A dark overvoid
marred with patches of white
Opaque and oblique
Like a swan in flight
fueled by
Moonlight
Encapsulating all that is within
from one that is without

Like a great carpet engulfing the
Earth, creating
The shadows of the night
Inversion of the light

I rope myself closer to the moon each time
with moonlight as my guide
the distance infinite.
It moves.
I see with closed eyes.

#moon #moonlight #shadows #light #night #darkness