"unflustered" poems
I wonder who made you
The sun of my world
If not why does my world
Revolve around your light
And like the sun
Nothing comes close
I wonder who made you
The center of my gravity
If not why do I
And everyone around you
Get so dizzy
Around your laughter And of cos
The only one unflustered
Is you
Cos everytime you look
Or smile at me
I feel lightweight and high
And from up there
I can clearly see forever
I hope I'm at least a star
In your universe
Or maybe I'm one of your moons
Cos now i see my light
On everyone around me
Love.
Yours.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 4:49 AM UTC
I've been in some pretty big fights with the people I love the most in my life, yet time after time we find ourselves unscathed, undamaged, and unflustered. Patching the pain I fortuitously cause others isn't some errand I bitterly await, it seems like more of a human duty.
I never have a hard time fixing things that are broken in my life. A glass shattered on the floor this morning, & now it sits stitched flawlessly on the shelf.
It just feels right to leave something the way I found it, or at least try my damnest to get it near perfect. It really is the try that matters.
And I just don't understand how it can be... so easy for me to say I'm sorry, while it's somehow so easy for you to unapologetically lacerate every inch of my sympathetic soul.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
my cat is a huntress
buoyant and free
the outdoors beckons
she follows
sometimes she roams
exploring the yard and the woods
other times she sits
in wait of something
anything that moves
a gray-brown field mouse
a lime-green grasshopper
it might be a moth
powdery winged and light
or it might only be a leaf
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caressed by the breeze
it doesn't matter
she's just as intense
her sleek and slender body
consumes the sun's glow
her dappled fur shimmers
tail moving ever so slightly
she crouches
then arches
goes in for the ****
but
it's only a shadow beneath
eager paws
undaunted
unflustered
she returns to her post
and
watching
you know
it's not the capture
that matters
it's the quest
that's important
and keeps her
unfettered
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Was it wrong?
What he said to me
I think about it now
But it hurt then at least
He made a poker faced jibe,
Concealed his malice with a wry smile,
As he glossed over the comment,
not a quiver in his vibe
But should I be upset?
Words hurt but his were fine,
It's the way he said them that irked me so,
And they were never really out of line
Im confused and rightly so,
Is it better or is it worse,
When someone attacks you and you barely know,
Because they hide the hate behind an unflustered face,
So you hate me? well just let me know
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
My road runs parallel
To the main roadand the sea,
The railway line and the canal.
I am becalmed within the flow
In a four layered sandwich seasoned
By the sound of distant traffic and the train's roar.
The birdsong in my garden is the clearest note;
District
Unflustered by the further sounds.
The birds take centre stage and make their exits and entrances from the wings
Of my neighbours' gardens.
The drone of a holiday flight
The muted murmurings of pedestrian chat retreating,
The click of an iron gate
Complete the orchestra
And all is harmony.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC