"reacquainting" poems
Solemnly and silent
In subtleties she calls to me
Falling into my heart caverns
And running through my veins
Through my body
And where I am she’s close to me
Exuding watercolor dreams
Like a painter reacquainting me
With once greyish reality
And every morn, I hear her sing
In voice that constructs melody
As if to say to newest sun
To shine ever still
All subconsciously
And I would follow lyrically
Each instruction as they ring
Like notes in my mind harboring
This subtle, silent calls to me
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 12:53 AM UTC
Headaches
Longdays
Of thoughtless thinking
Turn left at the corner
Right at the sidewalk
Then end up on the steps of
Nowhere
Did so much
To accomplish less than a days work
Stop talking to me
Words for hours
Actions not seen
Your support couldn't hold my dreams
Step back
Then maybe
I could step out
Out of crumbling castle you call home
Built on credit
Not made of material things
Please listen to this harsh reality
You have to do something
To get it done You can't stand in one spot
And expect to move on
Two devils on my shoulder
Full of disbelief
Screaming
Scratching
Prying
Interweaving there thoughts with mine
But those tides are over now
The sun has risen over the horizon
And my eyes work just fine
Chaos muffled by the beauty of this scene:
Braking out of generational defeat
To be free
Or not be…
caged
I am(as the hippies would say)
High as a kite
And I like it
Wouldn't even fathom
Reacquainting myself
With soil beneath my feet
Again I say
To be free
Is the only options I will receive
This question I perceive
How many field lengths
Will I run
To overcome the pain and suffering
Caused by dysfunctional parenting
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
It was a good day to be alone,
she thought,
reacquainting myself with silence
and with the sophistication of books
from before I was born.
It was a good day to be alone,
because when I tried to be a grown-up
I burned breakfast
and just know that any witnesses
would never let me forget it.
It was a good day to be alone,
she admitted,
stretching out across the carpet,
cats perched beneath me
as I attempted a downward dog;
I can do yoga when I feel like it.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
This odd fellow took
a long drink at night,
rock n' roll long forgot,
hard driving,
reacquainting unused,
years ago seeded,
elements of a
young man's remembering soul,
Hotel California living life,
live before his eyes,
demonstrated, recalled and
well-played
on a double slide guitar,
so each note of distinction
new and familiar,
au courant from decades
then, now and when-forever
the odd fellow
listens happy high,
drinking the music's
rich woven countenance
to the thrumming bouquet
of a pale white coloration
a Sauvignon Blanc
newly arrived from New Zealand,
just because,
this odd fellow
liked the name,
Supernatural
just like the music
and the
odd fellow is
young and old
at the same time,
tipsy and sober,
fresh and forlorn,
days wasted past,
days made for memories to last,
feet move timed
to the beat,
his heart resonance timed
to the beat,
the odd fellow is thinking
nothing could be more natural
to recall the supernatural past
and the future natural best to come,
with wine, his woman and
those rock n' roll songs
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Harvest old love letters
Separate timid words like seeds
Save those for Spring planting
Passion's bulk pull out as meat
Provisional muscle is for roasting
Adjectives become good gravy
Stamps and envelopes licked
A dessert of dearest's DNA
This savoring of paper junctures
Recaptured affection, even agonies
Wooers of commodious cursive
Pen pushed to olden days
I relish reading your languid thriving
Though you are long gone
Reacquainting these letters habituates
Deliveries of your love
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC
Here it is ...
My reconciliation statement begins with these questions:
Am I the locus of the problem?
Am I xenophobic?
A supremacist, perhaps?
Certainly neither of those but ...
Am I complicit?
What did I elicit?
Here I am all wrapped up in my trauma bonds
hoping someone will help me to see.
Maybe I am attracted to wounding.
What do I have to do? How am I gonna be?
My pain receptor's cry out:
Feed me!!!
And this is where my attachments are
inflicted
and this is when my attachments are
conflicted
But now I've found some nurturing
and something new is blooming
triggered: guard up
un-triggered: guard down
I am working through my oppressors and
reacquainting myself with allies
It was an invisible war
and it is no more because
my ceremony of innocence
is drowned.
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
In the sea of black
Amongst the wash of tears and the hands held tightly
The memories
Shared by a stranger in a pulpit
Prayers joined in for the occasion
A curious celebration of life
Your best bits
Like Match of the Day highlights.
Evading the times you cried
The times you didn't want anyone around.
Yet here they are - how would you feel?
Outside, the awkward embraces
Of long lost acquaintances
Awkwardly reacquainting
Amongst the tombstones, cursed forever to
Hear the condolences
See the sorrow of strangers
Feel the emptiness.
The hit of grief on the journey home.
Hot tears coursing their path onto the steering wheel.
The relentless regret
Of unspoken truths, lies, compliments and apologies.
But the unfailing, niggling persistence rather to have loved and lost.
And been a few crossed off calendar days.
A passing thought when hearing a song.
A flickering vision through whiskey-blurred eyes.
A small piece of the jigsaw.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
We are about to meet
After what seems like years
I can still see your face
Still taste my tears.
After a sweet embrace
and a long deep kiss
we talk for a time
reacquainting with the prescience I miss
The prescience of your sight
The smell of your perfume
The sight of your body
That I want to consume
We finally arrive
Making our house a home
And I can't still my hands
from wanting to roam
Roam all over your body
Over the clothes I abore
Then kissing your lips
Your neck and more
As we make passionate love
Enjoying each other
And I know there can
never be another.
No one can replace you
It's senseless to try
You have mesmerized my mind
and already own this guy.
You have captured my spirit
Yet willing to let it soar
Knowing I will always return
Always wanting more.
M.A. Pijanowski
April 10, 2014
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
We are about to meet
After what seems like years
I can still see your face
Still taste my tears.
After a sweet embrace
and a long deep kiss
we talk for a time
reacquainting with the prescience I miss
The prescience of your sight
The smell of your perfume
The sight of your body
That I want to consume
We finally arrive
Making our house a home
And I can't still my hands
from wanting to roam
Roam all over your body
Over the clothes I abore
Then kissing your lips
Your neck and more
As we make passionate love
Enjoying each other
And I know there can
never be another.
No one can replace you
It's senseless to try
You have mesmerized my mind
and already own this guy.
You have captured my spirit
Yet willing to let it soar
Knowing I will always return
Always wanting more.
M.A. Pijanowski
April 10, 2014
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC