"breezeless" poems
Nights like these
Sodden summer air
When the cicadas hum
And fireflies float
Flash photography
In the breezeless sky
Is when I best remember
Our July
In the rain
When the sun has just kissed
The horizon
And all goes still
Then comes to life
That first summer
Was honeysuckle on our tongues
Sweet for a moment
Then gone
But the flavor
Lingers
And you never forget
Your first taste
Memories
They are hard to grasp
To keep a hold of
Evaporating
Like rain on pavement
Dissipating into
A Midsummer Nights Dream
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Sugar sand beaches reach the horizon
Water so far it is naught but a glimmer in the distance
Sitting in the warmth of that powder-like earth
The sun seems to set over a desert
Purple and pink in smoking swirls of Heaven
Sopping up the beauty in open pores
Ready to receive all that is offered
Watching the sun begin to slumber
As Luna's light begins to shine in bulbous splendor
The glimmer seems to twinkle as brightly as the stars as they awaken
Multiplying by the moment
Mesmerizing, as the lights seem to grow
The air changes, a little cooler now
The sand turns to black glass glistening in the moonlight
Slowly taking over the horizon
Watching the twinkling onyx reflect the night sky
Almost hypnotized by the melodic whisper
The only evidence of life within the breezeless air
As black meets gray, the warmth of the water glides further
Swallowing the shore inch by inch
Blanketing all as it comes upon its farthest outstretched reach
Bathing in the warmth of black water,
Stippled with the most brilliant twinkling reflections
Wrapped in the heat of the night
Consumed by the darkness, by the stars, by the very heat of the earth
Slowly, deliberately, the water rises
Basking in the beauty of a sea that came to greet all who care to notice
As the ripples and waves wash over the footprints
Erasing the day and birthing it anew
The moon smiles its bright smile
The sand swims by unseen
And the stars shine like the brightest diamonds
in the light of the moon
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
Defying Divinity
Filled with buoyant helium,
Our world flies above the rest.
Swirling blues and greens,
Clouded by patches of white.
Tied of by our creator,
The world still wonders
What being has that power.
No one will ever know.
Everyday,
We step around each other,
Fearing collision for the safety of our planet.
For the safety of ourselves.
With the stroke of a sharpie,
Skyscrapers are built,
New rivers are drawn.
There may be an illusion of control,
But when it was created,
Our buoyant world was bumped.
It keeps floating in the breezeless atmosphere,
Forever in the same direction.
The swirling blue and green,
Are slowly transforming to brown.
The divine tie,
Is coming undone.
As we attempt to step around each other,
Our paths collide even more
And our leaders persistently attempt,
To erase the celestial pen.
These many troubles lead of conflict.
To guns and battles,
Harsh words and poisoned societies.
As we collide and fight and destroy,
We lose sight of our planets delicacy.
One misplaced bullet and
POP! It’s all gone.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:14 PM UTC
I work next to a lake,
which spreads out from the base
of a mountain.
Everyday the stony guards
reflect off it's surface,
the trees motionless in the breezeless
landscape.
I never hear the birds,
nor the occasional fish splash,
too occupied by my dash,
the clicks, keyboards, spread sheets,
plugging away at the base of a mountain,
filling the frame
above my desk
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
A breezeless kite,
On the beds edge,
Daydreams in a coma -
With Jazz
For my ears,
And jelly
To sweeten -
All my guts
Spilled out
Like sour milk,
And my thoughts
Filled up
Like some closet
Of old cardigans,
Woolen, soft
And ugly
In this dead heat -
And somewhere
A cardboard-town
Is falling apart,
On top of itself
In the rain -
Oh, what I'd give
To be a supernova
Or just a kite
Flying in the breeze.
-Jamie F. Nugent
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
The weight of the last cinderblock
took its toll,
that one final heave,
hoist and offload
handballing the lot
from broken pallets
to flatbed's top
no forklift or barrow in sight
under weather made heavy
by breezeless skies.
Body's done,
hand's numb,
mind's dumb,
arms quiver through,
back aches from over missuse.
Fingers so stiff,
with a pen I cant write.
My thumbs are grumpy
through which I type.
Feeling old hitting my wall
which I have yet to build
gives me something to do tomorrow
if I make it till tonight.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
on breezeless, cold-kissed nights,
where my finger spun into your hair,
where i tried to create webs around the bony joints,
you lay motionless,
underneath a halcyon sun,
trying to gather warmth,
trying to gather something more than my hands could give.
you spoke tender,
voice breakable,
and i didn’t speak at all.
on charcoal painted streets,
where the yellow matched the gold in your eyes,
where trees lay dead lost things on the side,
where your eyes wandered to them
like an adrift soul,
in desire of being rediscovered.
you picked wilted flowers,
And gone gilt grass.
I ached for you to pick me, instead.
you crept along side me like a shadow,
blind to my wanting eyes,
my settled smile.
the rain didn’t fix us,
the sun didn’t mend you,
the perished daisies just served to your broken hand like a band-aid.
But it was always more than I could give you.
It was always more than my battered self could offer.
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC
shiny wind chimes hang
though a breezeless summer day
silently sleeping
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 10:05 AM UTC