"edam" poems
I have fashioned out my worry doll of you,
your hair and eyes richer, sweeter
than the darkest honey.
Now you are borne from my own hand,
you cannot leave me.
I’ve sewn in a heart to keep you warm,—
amber eyes to charm me—
moulded lips from red Edam wax
and pressed them into your cloth cheek.
They do not stay. At night,
my teardrops stain your linen dress
a briny, bitter shade.
The lines I've painted on you bleed and run.
I love you, all the same.
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Trapped within enigma's embrace,
My heart pounds, a wild chase,
Searching eyes pierce deep within,
Seeking solace, fearing lonely din.
Edam grew empty, void and bare,
Yet two gazes intertwined, aware,
Weary feet and longing souls collide,
As I, the strange beast, arrive.
Mutual, unfamiliar, a dance anew,
A connection formed, sensual and true,
Bound to stay, unable to depart,
Witnessing our fading hearts.
She, adorned in beauty's grace,
I, the beast with hidden face,
Love intertwined, destined to be denied,
I perished when she uttered, "I can't abide."
She perished as I turned away,
A beast's departure sealed her dismay,
Yet, look beyond this monstrous guise,
See the beating heart that never lies.
Though screams of terror fill the air,
My heart remains untouched, fair,
For she is all that I desire,
The one whom my love won't expire.
In her grasp, I find solace's touch,
No longer bound by loneliness's clutch,
Her essence lingers within my veins,
Her thoughts ignite joy, erasing all pains.
No force on Earth or heavenly high,
Can quell this love that won't comply,
Her beauty meant solely for my gaze,
Oh, the tragic tears our fate displays.
For her beauty claimed the beast's last breath,
Our love's demise, a dance with death,
So, I climbed the heights of Babel's might,
With a note proclaiming, "Beauty killed this Beast."
Reaching the summit, I took a leap,
Hoping the struggle would finally cease,
Breathing no more, as still as the night,
While she drew a bath, preparing her plight.
She bathed in sorrow, her heart torn apart,
A note declared, "His true Beauty killed the ugly heart."
With wrists cut open, a final sigh,
Her last breath joined mine, bidding goodbye.
Beauty Killed The Beast, a tale profound,
A monster of beauty, a truth unbound,
A beast whose beauty thrived within,
At last, together, the beauty and the beast shall win.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Nobody can comprehend;
It baffles one and all
Just how much I love Edam
And pine for Emmental.
Gouda smoked is very toothsome
The same is with Gruyère
And Mozarella and I have
An eternal love affair.
Cheddar when it's sharp and sweet
Is an absolute delight!
Parmesan, simply divine
When it is aged just right.
Some may call it an obsession
But I don't seek a cure,
For though all the world may melt away,
My love for cheese endures!
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
regardless
i'll see you in my dreams
we will ride through the streets
on horses
we will eat in the dark at the movies
and be chased by an oversized edam cheese
we will walk through the gardens
and talk, no less, no more
of all we never said, in barcelona
and every other place we forgot to go
we will dance like demons 'til dawn
circle like warmth over embers
procrastinate at bus stops
until the morning breaks.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 5:32 PM UTC
Recently,
i've noticed the way the sky dips itself into the trees at sundown
and the way the blue fades in with the anthracite so neatly
but so messily at the same time
and the way the backdrop refuses to be the same every day
because the clouds are always placed in different shapes
unlike the outlook of society
and the orange is then born, like magic as it blankets the earth
born out of red but there's always a bit of mustard to help
not pure blood, have some cheese
but then there's also those splashes of pinky-purple paint
or could it be squash, to help wash down the edam
foods that the popular despise
and it reflects so beautifully against the metallic of life
adding some colour to the regular plastic routine
that i admit to following
but that doesn't mean i don't conspire or want or fantasise or plan
about being the sky at sunset and succeeding, just more humane
i'm just much too cowardly to change
not only at sundown, at the day's end, but at sunrise, the wholly beginning
the sky has a fresh start everyday, a new meaning, a new reason
but i have none now
so, please, whoever controls me, whether it be me or a further omni-
allow to transform and become the early morning sky, or go to sleep and turn into that of the night
because no longer can i sit and watch the stunning backdrops
whilst so many people are falling further
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC