"cryptograms" poems
Her poetry was like a living organism
that changes form every minute
by the chemical change it undergoes
within me, the reader's mind,
each avatar did a dance different
so much the symbols and cryptograms spoke
right from time capsules of subconscious,
I had to choose from this or that.
I looked deep in to her eyes and read silently
words, one feels are severely limited, at times
much goes unexpressed for want of words
"exquisite" in such occasion is an expression
that has lost its sharp edges, due to overuse
so i smiled, I hope in a way most expressive
of the spirit the poem reflected
but more was in the poem, I sure felt,
beyond my view, some hidden pathways exist
my ears craved for hidden voices, and I told her this
evening set the stage for her recitation
we walked the country road and she began
very solemn at first, then the words took
a life of their own and became palpable
I felt I was in presence of an oracle
who receives divine command from universe
a spirit that sprung from subconscious
was heard speaking in her throbbing words
the folk walking the path stood and listened,
the look on those faces were unmistakable
a knowing beyond the meaning it was.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
if I seem desperate, it's because i am.
i don't care about dignity.
i care about you.
how many nights in a row can I drink white russian daiquiris
and smack ink onto a blank sheet before I realize
that I haven't pressed the "J" key even once
in hopes that my brain won't jumble the letters
and create word searches with only your name in the word bank.
i'm not dyslexic but I do love puzzles.
crosswords, jigsaws, multi-colored cubes,
cryptograms, mazes, tetris, Sudoku...
the only one I can't seem to solve is you.
****
Once again, I'm stuck.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Some Things Take Time.
So this thing, it may take time.
This thing, the one I'm walking in the middle of;
the one I'm picking and scraping at to find more complicated answers to;
this thing I'm twisting and making myself dizzy to uncover riddles and cryptograms within;
this thing which has a note at the bottom, a note that answers it all, a note that reads:
Some Things Take Time.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
Scarabs dance impositions across your navel,
flattening themselves out in honour of your belly,
as I am watching your pulse spell out cryptograms
just below your pink
hairless
skin.
I lap the insects up like a patient kitten, lingering too long
(just long enough)
as the tips of my fingers press down on your
pulsing
hieroglyphics.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Tears and Blisters,
Co-conspirators,
Connected in body and spirit;
As only twin sisters can know.
Their attachments grow;
From first beat and breath,
Then blanket-warm *******
Searching with eyes,
Reaching with smiles.
A double stroller sets their stage:
Two of these and those for every age.
One sitting, one pushing
The swing on the tree;
One feeling, one sensing
What either one sees.
One pitching, one catching,
Which one doesn't matter;
No visible signals to out the batter.
Like sparring partners in the ring,
Tin cans or mittens joined by string,
Or watching backs like tandeming.
Enigmatic in fact or fiction,
Like the Rosetta for hieroglyphics;
Communicating cryptograms.
The embodiment of the Venn diagram.
The mirror image can be deceptive,
Right seems left when reflected;
Unique and semi-mystical,
As snowflakes or ice crystals;
Yet tight as rings round trees.
Our tears and blisters,
Though twin sisters,
Will divulge individuality.
(*And I'll be round to play some doubles,
You on one side // and me with your mother.
Euchre, crib, tennis, golf;
Or whatever you choose.
The gloves are off.*)
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Lush tree sways in wind,
Sun ☀️ sends cryptograms through it;
I am in their plot!
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
i'm an enigma,
more complex than cryptograms
the blade making love to the skin during night,
a smile shining as bright as the sun during the day
moods changing faster than the weather
most people come out during a hurricane
thinking that it's stopped
but in reality it's just the eye of it
the storm will hit again
don't believe what you see
my storm isn't over either
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC