keni - Hello Poetry

keni Dec 2021

In the winter you go
went south of here.
A place where my parents grew up.
Where spring is always.

Bye bye black
chinned hummingbird
I'll tell mom you left
so that they can have
want you wanted.

When the breeze is sweet,
and maybe bit melancholic,
You'll come back to
flowers that bloom.

Now don't you worry
if they don't love you.
You're back black chinned
hummingbird and I welcome
you again.

10:28 am

keni Dec 2021

doubt !!

Jane can be on the 13th floor
and I am waiting.
Jane can be looking at the floor
and I am standing at the door.

Everyone else does, Jane,
Someone ought to say.
"I can't get get out of bed."
It's obvious to say its sane

Yes, the doubt catches me
but I just like you jane,
like everyone else does.

10:29 I've never met a jane but I bet she has red hair like mj from spiderman

keni Dec 2021

Wife

I was born and my role was determined
To love I was capable of,
I knew the change before it occurred.
When the rooster woke me up I knew,
The dishes, the table and someone’s lunch.

One day,
I’ll have to conform myself
to the role I was born into.
Oh, the identity of me will be gone.
And I will form someone
From the womb.

I’ll be grateful that he’ll come to me,
When the silver of the night reflects on the pond.
Next door everyone’s asleep.
I’ll be there next to kitchen.
Like a doll.

When I die I’ll regret it all
A life I couldn’t choose and
People I ended loving,

2:06

keni Dec 2021

When the lake rises

I am there staring at the sign.
Cladophora algae
the great lakes.
They sway inviting me into
the rising waters.

Alone there, with no fish.
Pebbles and sand shake my hand.
Getting ***** is something I can't withstand.
And yet here I am looking at the lake.

It wants to eat me alive.
Drowning me on the way to maybe the otherside.
on a little wisconsin bay.
Where fishermen are congratulated for giving their lives in winter
and I am frowned upon for giving it up
in the spring.

12:58

keni Dec 2021

My Dripping Machine,

It's the end
Turning gears
and engines are burned
How can I dream?
Valor you have, to
stand in front of me.

I scream,
you're in the valley,
almost out of spite.
I can live in the sink.
It's cold, and the droplets
of water hit my forehead.

And when the snow sticks,
the water, ice, crack the empty thoughts.
In the middle my cranium.
Making space in
this place to play.

Your valley is lonely,
but the air surrounding you.
The mist and fog.
In fields of ***** gold.
The sun kisses you
as it sleeps early.

It ate me,
and I gauge my eyes.
My presence is minute,
and at fault
the droplets are insignificant
to what perjurer turned to be.

oblivious to my words
your sleep is the same
and on days the fields aren't ***** gold,
You prance around.

1:33

keni Dec 2021

Nickel shavings

Ridges preserved to notice the value of you.
Beggars on the street have sweet words.
Lure you in to give them you.

Days pass, and shavings of you are missing.
Flat, rustic, disharmonize.
I only see you some days.
On others you are passed around.

Taproots that grow in me.
Ink on paper, sitting in the corner.
Walking in and out.
A gasp,
A glance,
It's love of short time.

keni Dec 2021

Hangers

There are rocks in my shoes,
Flock of birds sparse around.
The cracks in the spruce trees,
Are homes.

Lake water, folding chairs, and nooks.
Coats, warm, wet, uncomfortable.
Panting dogs, and clocks that have hit 6
Before 5.

Taking the rage out, the lamps,
Cables tied, you.
Eucalyptus, daisies, and ***.
Your ribs,
Hanging.
And tumbling of them hit the nerves on the right foot.

10:24 am