"exclaimations" poems
everyday my eyes go fluttering,
here and there, everywhere,
*every hour seems like a year,
waiting for a person in despair,*
*not a person I would love,
but someone I long to see,
every minute of the day,
I may sound confusing,
but pay attention,
'cause I do.*
Attentively watch, await,long,
for that one envelope,*
inside which would be a page,
a white but unblank paper,
with words and exclaimations
About your explainations,
and your whereabout,
as I wait for that person
To bring me a letter from my beloved,
my dear love, my craving,
* my sole purpose of living,*
*I convince myself by saying,
the post man must be lost! *
*or perhaps just lazy and late,
for he never comes,*
and makes me wait in vain,
*Sometimes I loose hope,
the only thing I've got,
but recall your face,
and remake my mind,*
*saying, maybe times are rough,
reason why you can't write to me,
these days,
perhaps just the work*
*that keeps you busy all day,
but yes I do wish you could just take time out,
to write three words on a card,*
i love you.
send it to me,end my vacant wait..*
*It's been five years now,
you never wrote or even called,
ah! yes I received a telegram today,
Right now I opened it,
and as I opened it,*
tears kissed my cheeks,
of happines that you did care!*
but soon my tears of joy
turned into blood sobs,
when I read in the letter that you were gone,
*passed away five years ago,
while saving someone at war,*
sorrow could not leave my side
*knowing it was all I had,
and my heart wept,
my eyes went numb,*
*at the letters on that little note,
but at the end were the three words*
I had longed to hear,rather see,
"he loved you."
*Was all I could bear to see,
my brain stopped working,
my limbs went void,
now, I still don't know why,
I wait for you..*
I'm old now you know?
*I wish you could see me,
wrinkled and stupid,
for I still wait for that day,
when I would get to see you at last,
with a letter saying those three little words,*
"come with me"
*tonight and forever,
we would make up for lost time,
and spend once more our lives,*
but for now my longing is still not over,
for I still wait for the postman,
behind my window,*
and I need no doors or even locks,
as my gaze still remains fixed on my post box..
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
i have an ongoing
love affair
with words
that roll around your
mouth
luscious, langourous
lilliputitian letters
sensual syllables
slick- sliding off
the tongue
ecstatic explosions,
erupting, erogenously
exciting, eager exclaimations,
of enraptured exualtations
organic, original orientations
of teeth and tongue
producing oodles,
of apogeic anomolies
my affair
accomplishes much
for little
it is you see
just a not so secret love
of letter, line, jot and tittle.
a casting eye upon a word
and i am set rushing
down a path
reserved for those
with terms, descriptive,
and names.
that in themselves,
decry
wordlove.
lexicographers and bibliophiles
phoneologists, linguists, polygots,
jonguluers, wordsmiths scribes
poets.
all possess this
heartstringed
tangled knot,
spiderwebbed
feeling,
for words.
which, we then,
endevour to spin,
into inkstained beauty,
to ensare
ourselves ...and others.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
Ive been waiting for this rain for days now...
It came down,
Like electricity overhead, the city
Felt magneticly wet to the stem.
Im sitting at the kitchen table with some coffee & bread
Just wrote an email to an old friend that read:
Dear: You, Words. Love: Me.....thats it.
If not tonight, hell read it in the morning
Hell smile, send similar words before he forgets.
Im a random thought for others,
A praise, a blame, a kiss, a handshake
Whichever the case...
Ive always been here for the whole thing.
From the first steps, to playgrounds and graduations
to speakers that play sounds, then exclaimations
From a clenched wheel on a rainy road
To a stenciled feel from a nameless terminal
To dressy shoes, held-back hair in front of strangers,
Yet I had objectives, so I spoke like Ive known them for years
I left a good impression I think, for I never once let them blink.
I closed the door behind me, followed that feel, for I was starving
I walked past living rooms flooded with remote light, toys and noise
I went to the kitchen table, spread out my words into poetry and prose
My records on this day that the rains came....
Just another day....
Where I was there for the whole thing....
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC