Colm - Hello Poetry

Colm May 2021

Mountains are not mountains
IF
You neither climb
Nor longingly look
Towards
Their present absence

Colm May 2021

A sight

I love the reflected sheen of light
Which glows and grows off of floors unclean
And creates horizons unhigh

My eyes know these sights most well
And like them most ardently

This censor of mine, alone

Colm May 2021

Whispers on our bed, together

Deep water found
In a wellspring of being
Would you be, and want
To be refreshed and renewed
Not as immortal songs
But as the sound of running water
On a washboard bed of stones
Turn over again
I, in sleeping here, next to you

Colm May 2021

Pizza

We see the results
Not of what we want
But of what we do

In the quiet hour when instead of reassurance
Our heart wants pizza
And we are in need of all things renewed

Colm May 2021

Why you should not desire old window feelings

When a window closes
It doesn't mean
That you're banned from the breeze
Or from the appreciate and growingness
Of the height of trees
No, less is meant by such an explicit shift
When a window closes it only means
That your sight is obscured
And only partially

Yes . Your eyes, your sight
Is still free (to be)

Colm May 2021

Your smile, about me?

I see your smile
so subtle and fine
And I am selfishly founded
on this belief of you, in us
And I
I
I want it so badly to be only for me

Colm Apr 2021

The day a page went missing

Tear out my heart like a missing page. I turn and turn to live again.
Her will to read in nature's storm. Once born of being, is there and then.
When your eyesight was ever mine to upend? Or to try and mend.
You see? It never was once me.
That is until your rain begins again. Anew.

The day I realized a page was missing. LOL