"somehere" poems
I am a mother.
I am no ordinary mother.
I have an overwhelming number of daughters
they fill as far as your eyes can see.
I have countless sons.
They all came from me.
I am the wealthiest mother, you see.
I have the largest pearls stored somewhere
beneath me.
Gold, diamonds, rubies?
I have them hidden somehere you can't find.
You must think I am the most beautiful woman
to have a billion children.
Unfortunately,
I can't say the same.
My children have pulled my hair
My once luscious green hair.
My children infiltrated my blood.
My once crystal clear blood.
My children have grown wise.
So they left me to die.
They haven't forgotten me though.
They remember me when they feel like they need to be beautiful
They dig up my diamonds, they collect my pearls.
And after they are done digging,
they will leave me to crumble down
They remember me when they need a house.
They would get my trees, and everything they can find.
After chopping through, they will leave my balding head behind.
Sometimes I wonder if my children will still remember me
when I have nothing left to give.
My name is Earth.
I am a mother.
I am no ordinary mother.
I am no ordinary Mother Earth.
I am no ordinary mother...
until
I won't be a mother anymore.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
Somehere in between black and white
Somewhere in the lows-
In between the light.
I asked you, "where are you going?"
"To make my life." you say.
I think that life is happening I tell you.
But I know better,
I don't fight, I don't cry.
I let you go about your way.
A free spirit is never yours-
Was never intended to be.
Their eyes are as big as Earth.
Their curiosity so wild, and free.
Amid all of the confusion,
I find peace in growth.
I've let this butterfly free
I've Learned to let go
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
*I know not where you bestow;
Which ghost has passed the row
Of roses in your charms & deeds?
Each posy-as in our Winter-sleeps.
I know not where your atoms stray;
In bright whits of a Summer's day?
Yet in true piety, Heaven made rare,
Every strand of your lovesome hair.
Where do the stars sit, if not found
In those spheres of blue all round?
I do not pretend to know she's there.
She's somehere, but I know not where.*
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
bliss being sorry
sorry is the word.
being in you made me see,
someone somehere
somewhen somewhere clarity,
my being in humility
in your eyes.
somenow, i stand tall
I see me, finally.
Sorry being me
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Bolts and matches.
No match for bolts and matches.
A star under the burnings of the floor.
Black bold face tea.
Trim the hands.
A boat for small and easy jobs.
Somehere I run and somewhere I move.
Never a knew question.
Or be them known.
On colorful rocks.
Rocks colored with your face.
Rocks before color and these are again.
Rocks believe the promises.
Rocks do not move for Heaven.
Crumbling, a tight holding.
Maybe something stranger and a something much more than this.
This has been your still birth.
You need not be more.
Retry and compute and restore and believe.
Love just won't know.
I've tried the two year old plan.
It is age now.
Time moving and the stillness of completion.
By your cycle and by your side.
My
mouth
bleeds.
My mouth crumbles from heat.
& when I sleep at night, my window opens.
Winter creeps in & steals the warmth of your memory.
Smothering only hope & rewriting my repose,
My hollow form, now torn, twisted.
I am man again.
All the same.
I'm no thread scarring your dreams.
Sensibly I seek strength.
& hover towards that lonesome window.
& bolt it's cold steel latch.
& stumble.
Through the frosted pane.
Into deep liquid night, my eyes close.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
When you lost your way
Look far beyond today
Far from anywhere near here
Tomorrow lives over there.
Tomorrow's non-existence is a sorrow
Therefore Look beyond tomorrow
The future lives somewhere there
It's an unfinished abstract picture...
You have to look far beyond the future
Hope lives somehere far beyond there.
Don't you look beyond hope
Because nothing else lives over there.
So If nothing else lives beyond there,
It certainly means you have arrived.
When this happens, know you're blessed...
Evidence that you've worked and focused,
Which means that you did indeed listened
When told to look beyond Tomorrow.
✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry ©️
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC