the words don’t come easy (Poet’s Nook)

~for the postman who always rings twice~

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nah, they come
too easy,
from me, for you, doesn’t mean
they’re cheap, quite the opposite!

hard earned, been through the
washing machine so often,
they claim recyclable status

ok, so they are worn, edges raggedy,
they don’t care, nor do I, cause you
can’t find me any that never been fired

in the kiln of experience that came before
the crucible of my eyes, that says to them
welcome back! old friends, easy and familiar

stay for a few minutes, before you must get
snatched by some younger person’s heart,
send them along with my thanks and my

fare-thee-well, bon voyage, stop by one more
time, if you pass this way, I’ll be in that place,
Poet’s Nook, in our atmosphere of inspiration

where we have cohabitated, cogitated, and
wept together, co-created, and dreamed of
new combinations of our old souls’ cross currents

8:11am Sep 10 ‘20


In the Nook,
S.I.

She's like the rain drops that fall in our hands
A grey eyed wolf in the cotton white skies
She looks down, out of reach

She owns the streets drenched in puddles
Reflecting the relics
Washes the sidewalks every afternoon

The flowers in her hair bloom in many hues
Like jewel mines
Which need to be searched thoroughly

She lives on a rainbow
Letting me gaze on her
Soon, the earth will be variegated, with nobody left to stare

Looking into the skies of black
We take what is clear
Seeing what we lack

A brown fog that clouds our sight
Asking for me, and a bit of you
I cannot remember what day it rained

But, when the rain comes, I find myself smiling
Cherishing her
The memories, often, coming back

Truth, what a flighty tempest,
what a silent storm.
How strange it is to speak it,
feel its mark on your tongue,
the metallic taste in your throat.

Mine has always been a silent world,
So words have not been easy,
some words have been easy,
greasy as words.

As another lie,
slips between my lips,
soft as a breath of wind.

And I have denied, and then denied
that I denied.
I have invented myself,
so many times,
so that others would believe.

They would think
that I was who they thought I was, and I suppose,
so that I, too, would believe.
And also for
no
particular
reason
I have lied, and that is
the truth.

The well crumbled
The dam broke

Dragon worms of tears
Gush round riverbends
Where life has dried out

To speak from the heart
Is never an easy task
But you help a bit

Can you love me,
Can you love me -
as if I was an ocean breeze
crooning through your hair,
reminding you of simple love.

The kind of love you knew as a child,
the soft touch of your parent's hand on your head
as you fall asleep for an afternoon nap.

Can I be your love,
I want to be the gust of air
that soothes your heart,
and reminds you of what it really means to have crush.

The kind of crush,
that brings you well-back to middle school,
where chocolate and gummy candies
showed devotion, and everyone knew it was real.

I love you,
whomever you are -
I love you.

Depression manifested by isolation

Communication is more important than ever these days so how I do I tell you that I wanna run away?

Change my name and get a new look because I’ve been locked in this cage for over 96 days.

It’s summertime and the living isn’t easy.

LIVING
             ISN’T
                       EASY.