Coffee in front of me. Check. Rising sun in my window. Check. Slippers on my cold toes. Check.
Last Night Over Coffee
He walks in,
Casual, like the carpenter.
Turns his head,
With the slightest Mona Lisa.
His pupils attach with mine,
Paused,
The moment will not last.
Her glassy kitten eyes gaze,
Up to her prince.
I keep writing.
In A Dream
there is a day made for you,
and I am your only host.
About You
Oh, to be there, again, with you.
On that plateau in the clouds.
Weightlessness feeds my belly.
Feel you at my side,
Surrender at just one breath.
The Wind
I feel you breathing on my face,
Sleeping, pretending not to notice,
My eyelashes move,
And give me away,
To your comfortable bold embrace.
The Space Between
So small,
These thoughts might someday be adult,
Influences, disagreements,
Isn't that what keeps our attention?
A dream, while tinier than you,
I pray for rain,
For these roots to stretch.
1937
Perfect in others eyes.
Look in the mirror,
Find a plastic doll,
With eyes as your own.
Deeply saddened by life's insincerity,
Now lift your chin,
Ignoring the dead skin beneath.
My Birthday
We never look to what is to come.
Will I ever really grow up?
I feel it taking a bigger role in my life.
Aging, yet more ignorant than the day I was born.
Victorian
Roses, petals, dried and beautiful,
Like grandma in her chair.
Afternoon sun through the window,
Relaxed blissfully,
Across her pre occupied face.
The Dance
Another turn,
She looks to the floor,
Another step,
She does not wish to dance anymore.
He's never seen,
Such beauty so solemn,
He stares at her cheeks,
Flushed with qualm.
It presents a new eternity,
Songs of generations long past,
Bleeds her caged heart,
This has been her death.
Obviously, I was just writing to get a grade. With a bit of practice or effort, these could have been better.
Image from tonic.com
It was neat getting to read some of your poems. I know you're a writer, but I didn't know you wrote any poems. All of these are interesting, but my favorite is "In A Dream" because it's so simple and it gets the reader asking, "Who is my host?" It's nice to have someone be your host so that you're not alone.
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