"daylit" poems
What's your take on walking?
My body serves my soul
and tells me how to go.
My heart, affixed -- aims to show.
These ways I’ve walked in my shoes and stockings.
I've looked to heaven’s stars, to daylit clouds,
when I've stepped out, or dropped my gaze
to track the ground.
Yes, it is true—whoever passed me by
could have taken offense and supposed
I lacked my confidence.
And ofttimes, I strode out straight and true
as if toward a far mist horizon.
Un-manifest future,
even peek-a-boo,
could be comprehended?
I should doubt it.
And if I wished to address an occasional
in-the-dumps, lost-at-sea feeling,
I'd shut my eyes, and walk backwards --
owl-like, swivel 360 my head.
Backwards blind circumspection seemed worthy my try;
Ask--Who am I?
I would story where I’d been.
In my most spontaneous of nature foot-trafficking,
in roulette walk; my spin of gun chamber click--
ant, spider, beetle, and the occasional sighing snail
had fled my shadow shoe?
As slow drift clouds in a sky game would play
with the sun to hide—creatures had sought me out,
sung their farewells? (it was an excellent day to die)
Let me tell it, as it had happened today,
and truth says how.
My feet, they had gotten to waltz-walking.
O how my body and soul
danced a-fancy free.
Love was brimming out of me; happiness
whispered her wordless name; and
my tongue tripped nonsensical.
So if, at last, you've kept a-pace with me
in sympathetic striding, then perhaps
you would surmise:
there never could be a flat-footed me,
when I spout off with poem-talking.
Now, what’s your take on walking?
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Foundlings lament beneath their shrouds
For the Givers they never knew.
Shouts of terror, gone unheard, loud
And bright in the fright of selected few.
Shadows cast beneath sunlight's flags
Are trademarked captions made of stained silk.
They trod the daylit bog in dusty rags,
Secretly living, they and their ilk.
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 3:10 PM UTC
morning gracefully glides
over the lingering night,
icy crystals like diamonds
effortlessly hovering in the daylit sky,
sun's golden warmth
joins hands
with the twinging frost,
and the lingering night
gracefully glides
over the morning.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
You pointed out the obvious,
how I was taking time;
and I was fairly cautious
not to be sublime.
I didn't want to tell you,
that I was just afraid,
that I feared every piece of rue
that made me feel so strayed.
I took every step slowly,
never wanting to part.
For in the end, I lowly
cradle my aching heart.
I would rather conceal our bliss
in awkward daylit hours
than spend a moment so amiss
in a place ever so sour.
I stalled to keep you near me
for happiness, I knew.
I hoped you always did see
and hoped you were happy too.
I stalled because when we are not
together, things do change.
For more time I wish I had fought
but home was out of range.
I stalled because I wanted,
(I'd say so without shame)
to never be so haunted
of the nights with barefaced blame.
I stalled because I didn't
want to argue tonight,
I don't know how to hint it,
but I fear a direct fight.
I stalled because I disliked
how it felt to be away.
Unknowing, fearing, nearing psyched
if I'll see you the next day.
I stalled because I couldn't
bear to let you go;
But I'm just a young woman
and we still have years to go.
I stalled because I didn't
want to feel alone.
Without you, just your imprint;
I feel lost and unknown.
I stalled because I love you.
I have loved you and I still do.
I still love you and I will love you,
and I will remain true.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Dreams flaire brighter than any daylit sky
Some of them talk and laugh and cringe and cry
Rising over our dark horizons, a phoenix of the mind
Though the hotter they burn, the sooner they die
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 7:34 PM UTC
I'll always feel in my chest broken Septembers. I am languishing with the days, head first to a point of no return. I am the ghost of an abducted goddess, the one who bled all over saffrons and still holds on to her sorrows. I bid farewell to the sunglow on wildflowers. I bid farewell to daylit copper fields. I bid farewell to golden hours, as down I descend to the sweetest madness, and up it goes to consume me.
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
Turn it on
Switch it over
Where is all the effort?
Expended
Frittered into dark corners of the glowing light
The imperative is stolen
Thought yielding to entertainment
Our abilities squandered
Reason hammered and hampered
by our addiction to mindlessness
The warm blanket of comfort
Safety
Turn it on
Switch it over
I can’t be bothered
I don’t want to think
I just like the noise.
Is it different
From finding others who make noises like you
and mooing together?
Lifting your tongue, raising your voice
As you join the cacophony of the voiceless
Chattering their way
Through the daylit midnight hours.
In the crowded room no one is listening
Except those who want to hear.
Turn it on
Switch it over
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC