Colm - Hello Poetry

Colm Apr 2022

If shes loves the ocean and late nights. Is constantly coming out of her shell. And if, her voice has been, described as the bows of violins. She is down with all the omega-3 fatty acids, then.

That's not your girl, that's a lobster

Colm Apr 2022

The Creators Created

Makers will make
And create the most marvelous things
For their loved ones to enjoy
And for their own purposes purposed
To be found

But I do not make
Out of brick and stone
Out of mortar or meat or performance to the world of known

No

The worlds I create are within others
And through the stories of which
In their memories they
Will never be, or find themselves, alone

I build people
Not places

Colm Apr 2022

Awareness

When someone speaks, I am not me,
I am there

And when I speak, sometimes, I am not there also

So when quiet, my first love, comes around

And the silence coats me like a fog

And falls on me like a blanket of down

I am at my ease, I am there at peace

For I am nowhere at last

All the noises have ceased

I am not aloud

Colm Apr 2022

My mistress named Poetry

I understand
You're jealous of my words
And greedy for my eyes and time
Which seeks to self aggrandize self
Which forgets our God and you alike

I see this now
As clear as red flame
I can see what wishes you had in mind
And I, and I, still can care for these
But forgot not how to forget this time

Please understand, you are also in
My life

Colm Apr 2022

It's Only Natural

Hovering you is the drug which I dont know
Like the fever I could never shake
And the afternoon light
Just above the bitterroots below

How you fall like rain into becoming snow
And land with grace as I l've never seen
And believe me I've looked
Upwards and for as long as stars aglow

Careening down in dreams
Flowing supple streams
Whisper softly to each
The other of which we've yet to know

Carvings name of each not
In the remaining stone
Till the windy, trembling, peaks above
Comes crashing down, we awake alone

Colm Apr 2022

More About Skiing

This mountain knows my every move
From memories pulled like frigid springs
It remembers how my childish feet
Once loved to steer, and weave, and groove
This mountain knows my through of through

And even when old days are spent
And my parents go into their own recluse
My children will find a youthful strength
And stammer with joy about
And why?
Because this mountain loves the way we move

I can feel it still
I can sense it through

Colm Apr 2022

Inevitable Truth

Expectations are dangerous things
Don't stand, lest you fall
Try, or fail to try, lest you become someone
Either way heartbreak comes for us all