"irrecognizable" poems
Some people spend their whole lives
drawing all the lines between
the starry heavens
transcribing their ethereal tones
learning to sleep and dream
along to the stellar cadence
that you can hear
resonating in all things
If you aren't careful you'll find
you might miss a beat,
lose count
or cross lines until the map your making
is irrecognizable
It takes a certain delicacy
and a lot of dedication
to hold true to that
low hum of the heavens
Peering out across the milky sky
waiting patiently to watch the stars
slowly slide back to their homes amongst the tired mountains
improbable galaxies whirling about,
an ocean infinitely illuminated with a
mesmerizing brilliance
a sea of wonderment
And what a journey
to walk that heavenly wilderness
maybe there you'll discover
how we all feast upon the sweet fruit of the universe
unknowingly, every day that the sun decides to rise
i'm sure by now
you feel it in your bones
with every draw of ocean breath
with every bit of blood that courses through you
as you return to earth
with those heavenly reverberations
the songs we sing for generations
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
I think of myself from 5 years ago
would struggle to recognize me
he'd say "what the hell happened?"
and I would have no answer
in truth, I have no answer
for all my shortcomings
when I was a kid,
people called me brave
people listened to me
I was sure of every single thing
I sought out to do, every little step
was calculated, as if I knew what I was doing
I was once a bright child
maybe the tallest beacon in my family
my grandpa and grandma sure thought so
and my mom and dad didn't seem to mind the idea
what the hell am I now?
who is that person in the mirror?
I fret over these questions in my head
but found no answer
who am I now?
not even God can say...
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
1965
she was 15
and I was 5
The reclining sun tanned her face
her eyes hidden in 60s goggles
and the vast wheat field behind
colored her brown.
Can't remember if it was Agfa or Orwo
the tint was of distant land
and Virginia came to mind.
It wasn't the girl
standing on a rice field
eyes lowered blushing
the colours of her glass bangles
irrecognizable in black and white
that I could easily fall in love with.
But I cried to be with the Virginia Girl
and I was only 5.
She is still 15 in the timeless print
and I'm 5.
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 1:00 PM UTC