"appoggiatura" poems
If my bed was bigger would you have laid with me
Will you excuse the squeeze in the place of comfortability
Our bodies close, replace our blankets with the heat
flowing, mellifluously reverberating, from within
My heavy mind, spiralling in self abhor
Dawdles on a pillow, simpering with decay
Solace I discovered in your arms instead, taming the uproar
The bane of your predicament, your spirits sway
The twilight of distraught tickles the hairs on my arms
But now comes the noon of melancholia.
My Ivy legs cripples your limbs, the bruises I see- constellations
Contradictory you lament, the cries a synergy of appoggiatura
A long time ago, you asked for my hand
Belittling the shards in my bossoms
Dismissing my remonstrance; to Hell with it
“I can bear it, I know I can.”
But you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t
Your body has began to gnaw
The dilapidated bed creaks, your temper peaks
“I’m out, loving you isn’t the law.”
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
Be-tubed in my silver coffin for take-off,
Bemused by passenger coping strategy,
Beloved by adjacent nervous new-friend,
Being away from you is harder every time.
Bewildered by the preying nervousness,
Be-crossed by maddening screaming kids,
Bespectacled study of the unending 1Q84,
Being away from you is harder every time.
Be-thinking of what you are doing as I soar,
Because appoggiatura in “Someone Like You”,
Begets a “Missing You” sadness deep inside,
Being away from you is harder every time.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
Please allow me to bestow upon you a nocturne
The music of the night...
Just listen to it...
...the reverence...
Why must I sit here in grey silence,
Listening to the hard rain on the window sill?
I dreamt of you.
Your smile.
Every arpeggiated chord.
Every melodic line.
Every soft passage.
I dreamt of you.
I awake and read your words
And fall deeper into enigma.
Where am I?
I dreamt of you.
I heard a voice in my right hand.
Trying to escape, it led into an appoggiatura of trust,
A suspension of sympathy.
I dreamt of you.
All of these crazed non-harmonic tones
Clashing high above my flashpoint.
The dissonance carries.
I dreamt of you.
Am I just so lost in the music I see in you?
Or am I once again over-analyzing?
It's you! It's you!
I dreamt of you.
Where am I?
Why am I not near you?
This entrancement is becoming indefinite.
I dreamt of you.
Please come closer.
Beyond this shadow of thought,
Lies the key to a locked door.
I dreamt of you.
Your words pierce my heart like a dagger,
Making the soft nocturne glow as bright as you.
While I breathe, I hope.
I hope we meet in our dreams tonight.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC