Ah, once more a day in vacant rays A webbed window, cracked gently to let the breeze by. Through, a minute an hour, a bee lands on a flower succumbing to desire, a move with a purpose It’s assuredness I admit breaks a chunk from my confidence
What is what isn’t what could what couldn’t Is of no concern to a bee, imagine how free that would be A beetle crawling up the bark of a tree, Oh, just for an instant I wish I could see the life that you see!
I think my life is in season. As spring blooms beautifully, it gives an accurate definition of new beginnings. But along with it, there were a lot of baggages that I needed to let go. I find myself losing a lot of relationships. It breaks my heart how it drastically changed. I made a lot of beautiful memories with them. Those memories were comparable to cherry blossoms. It was so bright and full of energy. But just like spring, it has to end. Because life must keep on going. Some people aren’t meant to stay. I stopped trying not because I didn’t care. Instead, I’ve learned how to accept things. I still do love them. I love hard. But I believe that I can still love them from a far. I can’t wait for another chapter of my life. Opportunities are always welcome. As well as meeting new people. And just like spring, it is a beginning of growth.
When late at night I kick my hot blanket Off my feet, as I lay sweating profusely After just surviving another devil choking me I roll over to my side, I reach out for my phone I go over your messages Little binary codes over the crystal white glass Showing a word ‘’love’’ That you sent to me without thinking what it meant But for me it is enough ‘’love’’ In person, a word you will never say So love me but from far away
When I get bored sitting in damp garden nook Surrounded by primroses and lavenders In the feeble heat of freshly deceased spring The phone resting on the wooden table rings I go over your messages Your languid greetings for something you need I begin to sulk as I proceed, writing back To taunt you, hiding my desperation to talk to you I smile in this garden saturated with your scent Smile In person, You will never make feel that way So love me but from far away
P.s The third line refers to my recurring Sleep Paralysis episodes
scentless winter over snow melts evacuates into the soil
-under Springs attention-
our strained eyes are relieved with the dismissal of the reflective precipitation
Springs arrival elevates mood alleviates the heart halved by Winter
'thirsty things firstly' ; from the groundswell and sponge the air is steeped with earth
decay to life
INCLUDES LINES PREVIOUSLY USED IN OTHER WORK OF MINE
melting winter evacuates into the earth a swelling sponge thirsty things firstly saturation of decay brings earth to our dry nostrils our aching eyes are relieved of the reflective snow as it is fully dismissed by springtime
Your passion blooms yellow, Like the smile of a rising sun. The wind blows, and the daffodils bellow; They echo a crescendo - their spring has begun.
Their song flows across the ground, Blooming budding emotions in its wake. The nectar dampening the soil mound Has enough oxytocin to make a soul ache.
These daffodils grew over the snow in my lawn, Melting the cold as their roots gripped the earth. I kept warm among the blossoms as the hours rolled on. My mind gradually defrosted - like a cerebral rebirth.
My winter has mostly ended, indicated by each perennial. I have you to thank for planting the first bulb out there - Double digging the stubborn dirt, yet remaining congenial, Despite the unfit sod and icy air.
I owe it to you that I've recovered whatsoever: My cognitive crime scene, solved with your empathetic luminol. Perhaps young love is a foolish endeavor, But if that's so, then I'm the most foolish fool of all.
So I'll unabashedly listen to your daffodil crescendo, And resonate with the joy in your living rhythm. I'll plant you some chrysanthemums to match in yellow, So we can sit together with them.