"untangles" poems
Patiently he untangles the net
Standing calmly
Brazing the breeze
On the dancing boat
With an oar on its side
Which is cooled by the
Waters of the river..
The sun will set in an hour or so
And he has to finish his catch
Before the dusk
And back to his hut
Where his wife will
Waiting eagerly
To make the dinner
With the fresh catch
Another day
Another catch
The river but
Remains the same
Greeting the fishermen
Who roam the river
With their boats
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
i.
if i could have back
everything you took from me
i wouldn't want it.
ii.
childhood wounds
entangled,
the little boy
who loves
the little girl.
the silly child
within me
who thought
you could
revive her-
willing to
believe
anything.
iii.
you did all
you could to
sink your teeth
into my
rotting skull,
to brand your
fingertips
on my skin.
iv.
you are poisonous
to all you touch,
your hands rough
with abuse,
tongue laced
with venom-
every word
another lie.
v.
i would rather die than carry your child.
vi.
there are now
no living ties
to my old life.
i am not alone-
i am free.
vii.
my new love
holds my heart
with utmost
gentleness-
hands as delicate
as rain.
he untangles
us,
strokes my hair
cooks me breakfast
wipes my tears
viii.
the little girl
who you spit on
lied to
beat
*****
silenced-
she dances in the kitchen
jumps on the bed
paints a picture
of a life
unknown.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
Anxiously awaiting atomic assimilation
Basing me on belligerent and boorish bastardization
Capsizing cargo with careful consideration as to
Deciding which day is decay's destination
Everyone embrace the elevated expiration
Forget my face and follow fabrication
Go to the gallows with grace and gravitation
He will hold you and hinder alienation
I, however, hold insignificance in interest
Justifiable jackhammers jacking fighter jets
Killing Californians who are kissing canvases
Lying without laughing and lighting cigarettes
My master makes me move my mundane mind
Never knowing next to nothing with nothing else inside
Overly offering operating override
Practicing patiently pulling peoples' pride
Quickly questioning quizzical quietness
Rationalizing raging reinventions ridiculous
Stapling this summer to my (still) sick subconscious
Traveling tunnelers trading tides for tiredness
Under the umbrella my undertow untangles
Violently vibrating like varying violin angles
Waiting with wandering whispers under the table
Xylophonist x-rays, excruciating fables
You yellow youngling, you who screams in my dreams
Zebras zoom by every single night, it seems
Let's chant my enchantments, the alliteration song!
And untie your tongue
So you don't take it wrong.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
I get edgy sometimes-
When I see knots-
I freeze up.
I get upset when I try to untangles them-
Like earphones and other audio cords-
Auxiliaries, usbs and inputs.
I get frustrated-
Easily with entanglement-
I hate knots but.
Our bodies could be a knot, that I wouldn't want to untangle.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.
In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her haunting childhood.
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
Her hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.
When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.
Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.
When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
Go where the road untangles and unfurls
by those cliff side views over those blue curls
lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.
Only sense of direction is the road ahead
no going back just only forwards instead
as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.
The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore
those high beams persist only for Salvadore
the light bends around the corner then no more.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.
In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her vexing childhood.
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
My hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.
When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.
Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.
When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
hope leaves at midnight.
desire is the flickering motel lamp.
a couples' laughter spills through
the cracked blinds,
and echoes through hidden corners
in forgotten places.
this mischievous guest, desire,
moves into loneliness.
rivers of my soul,
traces of the past,
the places where small joys hide.
rivers of my soul,
bangs on walls,
untangles memories laid to rest.
but laughter fills my empty spaces.
love runs wild,
refuses to go dark.
O, river of my soul.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC
The rushing wind
grabs her hair
untangles the braids
ribbons whirl away
free to wander
jerks at the leaves
branches unclothed
trees shiver
left to face the
rushing wind alone.
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Pay attention
Hear the voices reconnect?
The traffic dies down simultaneously
The summer entwines and untangles
The skies reach out
The dandelions bloom
Feel the subtle changes
Purity is raining
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 8:25 PM UTC
(... she plays with words)
~
like wind she plays with words,
shaped sand upon the beach;
building castles to the sky,
where tide her walls can't breach.
the combinations countless,
she untangles any stumbling lines;
in tapestry-flowing fountains,
her words to us, our sip of wine.
with nary but her hands she crafts,
poetry 'neath the noonday sun;
ceasing not except to watch,
a seabird as it tends its song.
in subtleties she stirs,
her adjectives like riffs;
nuanced dance in every verb,
a song that rises 'cross the drifts.
words that rivet every reader.
lines that wile a way with rhymes;
stanzas frame a photograph,
her free verse plays along in time.
combers rendered speechless,
marvel her poetic ways;
high as terns can fly she reaches,
as with every term she plays.
her muse in song delights
in ev'ry crashing wave she's heard;
her phrasing light takes winged flight,
like wind she plays with words.
on sands that ripple 'long the shore,
like conductor's arms at final score;
**crescendo builds... she stands *****
then fades to black when sun has set.
~
*post script.
today she was my morning muse... a delightfully brilliant poet who knows how to play with words in a most riveting way! i only just found her beautiful.work. please allow me to introduce you to Chelsea Rae in these lines: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1861530/shine-your-love/*
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Unhinge your jaw and shut your eyes
because the best things in life are simply felt,
and you’ll feel it everywhere if you’re doing it right.
A spark of electricity will ignite where your tongues dance
and it will sizzle through your teeth and down your throat,
lighting fires where you didn’t think could burn.
Curl your toes and knot your fingers into her hair like it is your lifeline.
Weld yourselves together, crawl into each other.
Run your tongue along hers until everything tastes like ‘we’.
Don’t forget to breathe; share the air until it’s gone
and all you have left to survive on is each other’s souls.
And whatever you do, don’t stop kissing her.
If you do, your lips will lose all meaning
because their only purpose now is to taste hers.
Your eyes will open and the world will seem a little grayer
As your soul untangles itself from hers.
Your tongue will become a defibrillator,
trying to revive the moment,
trying to recreate the electricity only you two can make.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
the roaring wind whistles a polar me,
opposing freely,
a hushful respite,
inside today,
silent me.
sitting in dreams,
stuck in sleeping bags,
the night before,
before the morning snagged,
my lucid want,
my lucid haunt.
outside, the wind and sun,
blow fiercely through,
the dead dried leaves,
the dusty dung,
brown, unsung,
chaos flying,
above the roof,
around the fence,
at pasture’s hooves,
one last breath spent.
again here lie,
the dreams that drift,
the dreams that die,
sounding out February's cry,
singing her last goodbye.
while the trance settles,
and untangles,
and I, sitting quiet,
witnessing the bendy brambles.
~Lana Maree Haas
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
You were once that someone
Who always puts a different color to my days,
Who paints a smile on my weary face,
Who revives my soul with your warm touch,
And untangles me from my own knots.
You were once that someone
Who always pulls me for a dance when I just wanted to stare,
Who blossoms in winter when no one would even dare,
Who hums to a sad melody and makes it just right,
And fights my monsters when I would just resort to a flight.
You were once that someone.
Yes, you were once that only one.
But where in the world are you now?
Are you still in my world somehow?
When the only one that saves you
Leaves you battling alone and unarmed,
Will you still try to fight with just a cold bare hand,
Or just let go of it all, up to the very last strand?
You were once that someone.
How I wish you're still that only one.
But what a healing heart could only do now
Is to finally let go of what has come and gone.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 3:16 AM UTC
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.
In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her vexing childhood.
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
My hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.
When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.
Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.
When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 6:45 PM UTC
The patter of an early evening rainstorm awakens her
and she untangles her sweaty limbs from those of her lover.
The sun has begun to set;
the thrill of adventure calls to her once more.
He begins to stir, awoken by her chaotic movements;
And lazily admires her beauty as she sifts through mounds of overdue laundry,
still smelling of suntan lotion and chlorine,
in search of the perfect shirt.
She’s late, as always,
She can hear her friends are outside in the car -
blasting throwbacks and spilling drinks
as the laugh and scream for her to hurry.
They fly through the night -
windows open letting the cool breeze filter the air thick of smoke and jubilance
All too eager to reach their destination;
moon children growing restless under the stars.
The ocean calls her home and its salty air clears her mind
as flames shoot out of the fire,
crackling and popping in the midnight sky.
Cheers are heard as bottles are passed;
pulling her head back out of the clouds.
Champagne to welcome the sunrise,
whiskey to bid summer adieu.
Daylight begins to break -
she takes one last drag of her cigarette and turns to go.
He’s still sleeping when she arrives,
this time she’s more careful not to wake him when she leaves.
The morning dew on bare feet remind her it’s time to move on -
the mountains are calling her name and to them she would roam;
it was always temporary,
changing with the seasons.
But to him -
she tasted like skittles,
and she smelled like summer;
one he would never forget.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
i’ve tangled with a lot of bodies
after we ended.
i’ve knotted myself with different hearts
pretentiously knowing that this pain i’ve felt could be mended.
i’ve scrambled those ties in my hands and how easy it was for me to un-knot them.
one knot comes in, after a few days, weeks, or sometimes but not often, months, slowly it detangles itself and i leave untangled, unbroken, as if nothing went past these lines on my heart, my body, my lips, like it didn’t happen at all.
i thought those messy tangles i put myself into would be as hard as when we had to untangle ourselves — or just me, i guess — from the oh so short but very sweet time we’ve had together.
but, i was wrong.
i wasn’t left untangled,
i wasn’t unbroken.
i still had a little not, tied in between my heart, body, and lips, which i try so hard not to notice by putting myself out there, messing my own lines up till i catch someone who ends up letting go afterwards.
to you,
we’ve already part ways,
to me,
you barely left.
i wish you could untangle this knot you left.
i wish you could mess with mine again, and probably leave a bigger knot — so obvious that i’d give up trying to fix it.
i wish to see how your soft hands would carefully untie, over then under then pull and stretch, this knot and maybe i could finally figure out that it was so easy that i didn’t even need your help.
but you’re gone.
and i have to accept that.
it’ll take time before this untangles by itself so i’ll just let it be for awhile.
and when someone does come not only to tie their heart with mine,
but also untangle what you had left behind,
then i’ll be fine,
and know that now’s my time.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
they clutch and roll,
ignoring the sand creeping into their clothes,
they kiss,
full of fire,
and he reaches for her pants,
tugs at the waistband.
envisions of a capsized ship,
artefacts sinking to the bottom of the ocean,
trailing an SOS of bubbles
that never make it to the surface.
an anchor settling into a bed of mud,
tangled in seaweed.
she untangles herself from him,
and walks away.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.
In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her vexing childhood.
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
My hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.
When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.
Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.
When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
When she touches me, I feel her touching
Herself, though she circles my shape into
Oneness, I sometimes feel— detached
Within those arms.
In her startled-fall
To sleep, imperceptibly, she gathers
The room from her vexing childhood.
Drawing the air and curling in waves—
My hair, as if she were weaving some kind
Of shelter.
When I touch her, it is with desire.
My reach untangles the very dream
Which took thirty five years of dull
Existence to unmuddle— to imagine,
My soul's other.
Ten fingers envelop her body
Like splits of lightning— rippling skyward
From wholly, bone-dun-desert, floor and there,
In that rose-journey of unbridled touch,
The shock of thunder makes a mother
Of the sky.
When she breaks her water
The blighted earth that was sung— given
My name, becomes her light, awakening
Child.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC
we have a thing
a living thing
we don’t know what else to call it
it’s unlike any living thing
that life did ever posit
it surfaced on a liquid night
our heads were swimming in the stars
and once back down on solid ground
the thing was sleeping
at our feet
now it tails us everywhere
hides inside a gaze
feeds on time,
heaving hips,
musings on a page
it grows; glows
invisibly
with each ******** sigh
untangles every simple thought
a human could desimplify
we're told the thing is ours to keep
can’t be robbed or gifted
can’t be sheltered, nonetheless
from hungry eyes
from destiny
I woke up this morning.
the thing is nowhere
to be found
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
She wakes up every day with a telescopic
sweater person staring at her face.
The smoke filled room is foggy and
reminiscent of a dreary London afternoon,
Sunlight slowly filters through a screenless
glass pane that lies behind the dusty wooden
panels that protect her from the blinding light.
The dust dances effortlessly through the streaks
of filtered sun as if they were a couple which
have danced this dance many times before.
With a heavy thump the whimsy of dancing
dust is taken away as the reality of chaos sets in.
In a flurry of blond hair and the ever present
feeling of fleeting time she reluctantly untangles
herself from the rainbow colored cloak that
protects her from the scowling faces that
await beyond the fortress door.
"Five more minutes." she whispered
to herself in an effort to remain within silence.
Entangled in her rainbow she threw her head
back upon her misshapen pillow chasing
the dream she will never be able to finish.
The pleasant ones that whisk her away
from telescopic sweater people
and scowling faces.
She rather dream of dancing dust.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Morning rises over Philadelphia
and cracks the sky;
untangles legs once intertwined.
Sun beams pierce through the window,
Revealing two bodies withdrawn to distant sides
of the hotel bed,
The night spent chest to chest
will forever be kept in the dark.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Lesson one: give your heart to someone who gives theirs back. And hell she'll give you her heart on her sleeve, with a magic that allows you to conceive, real love, the kind that others dream of, the kind you look above and wish upon a star for, everything you wanted, she'll give you more.
Lesson two: find eyes that embody a maze that you could get lost in for days. And as you gaze at each other, you are no longer dazed by anxieties and caution signs because she reads through the lines and untangles and unwinds knots others have left behind.
Lesson three: lust is not love but when you find both, grab them tight. Because for the first time in your life you'll feel as though you got something right and as you see her in sight and she sets you alight with just one look, take note of the tattered heart she willingly took, the time she gave up to read into and not judge by the cover of your book.
Lesson four: always hold the door but never hold back. Hold the door for opportunity and unity in a way you could never construe existed, because within moments she'll have your eyes misted, your vision twisted, into the future, you see yourselves sharing, and those walls that she's tearing down will form new foundations for you to find your own ground.
Lesson five: tell her everyday how beautiful you think she is. Because with every day that passes, through each lens of her glasses she'll develop a tainted view and this time it's up to you to offer her your eyes, to help her see and realise, her beauty inside. Inside the body you adore, the woman you'd do anything for.
Lesson six: love is meant to last. So run her a bath, fill up her glass, do the dishes, commend her wishes, lay her fears to rest as she curls into your chest, calm the wars in her mind, undo and unwind with the love that you find in a fountain overflowing with her name, show her your game, not now but for forever, that whatever the weather, you will be there, show her you care and if you tried you couldn't care any more, tell her every day what you're grateful for.
Lesson seven: draw a line under the faults your find for she is only human too, let her know you love her through and through.
Lesson eight: show her. Kiss her, hold her, brush your fingers through her hair and stare into her eyes, as they sparkle and shine as the milk and honey on her lips and yours become entwined. For her make time, all the time in the world, because only once, will you find this girl, this lady, the one that you'll say, made you into the person you always wanted to be, who gave you eyes to see, only once will you find this lady, who will set you free, allow you to be all that you can be, and you shall do the same for her too, only once do you find the other half of you.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
Winter nights bring waves of memories
Alone with my thoughts
He said he is sorry and misses me bad
Words tie perception into confused knots
Truly wish I had nimble fingers
To untie them, see clear
Cursing as truth untangles
Weaves a portrait of all I fear
There is always a catch, a hamartia
A flaw in every human's design
As clique as this next line may be
Love can be cruel, so unfairly blind
I try to avoid reminiscing over the past
Though the memories were so precious before
Shaking hands with no control cling still
Just when I think my mind is free my heart offers more
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC