I tripped over your disapproval today
It was on the floor and in the air
I breathed it in and out
It coated the bones and veins of me
Made me sluggish, afraid to move.
I couldn’t get past it
I couldn’t leave the house
It’s vice like fingers dug into my shoulder
Oh I wish I was bolder.
I wish I could kick instead of trip
I longed for you through inky night and harsh sunlight
I called on the stars to help me.
I summoned the winds to bring you near.
My every thought was spattered with you
Scattered by you.
Your effervescent tongue had awakened every nerve.
I felt flooded by your spirit
Engulfed by your soul.
And then it stopped.
And you called.
How long can I sit still before I become nothing? Before my value…fades?
How much must I do
To be worthy of you ?
What if I find no joy in running ?
Am I worth less if I don’t seem busy ?
Circles. Circles. Dizzy ?
You should see my thoughts
They know nothing but work
So don’t be a jerk.
Words take up my schedule
Fast and furious
You just need to be curious
Take a peek
I’m strong not weak.
Moving your legs makes you feel good pain ?
Have you tried excercising your brain?
So before you accuse me of being a fail
Ask yourself why you’re chasing your tail ?
No need for flowers
When your words build towers.
If meaning is conveyed
All is not lost
Complexity does not always a poet make.
Yes there is beauty in finding the perfect word
The perfect formation
A superb creation
Those words that leave literati gasping
But joy can also be found in beautiful simplicity
In a thought not over-processed, not pulverised
One whose very essence remains untouched
One that reaches the masses, all the classes
That speaks for us all
That has us enthralled
So fear not
Or compare your words with others
Do not seek to alter your voice.
Yes this is a craft
But one of many forms
Of many facets
And yours has assets
Of its own.
Originally posted 15.06.16
Our love belongs to the sometimes.
You had me once. I was all yours.
But we didn’t work that way.
Night and day.
So meet me in the shadows.
Some lovers need shade.
The sun is for the lizards
We’re better underground
Hiding in dens, warrens.
A trickle of light is all we need
To feed , to feast.
But sometimes at least.
I fought the fight
Then saw the light
In a million drops of rain
Each perfect and sharp
Each pointed at my heart.
You squandered this clown.
Your mean frown
Shows no pity for silly things
For imperfect creatures.
For uncertain features.
Oh to be you, so sure and strong
So full of conviction with your pretentious diction.
You stand in the door , while desperate creatures like me
Try to see
Try to catch a glance
A second chance.
Am I out of chances friend?
Is this really the end?
Have I used them all up ?
Been a chance slut?
I suppose I have and this really is it
It’s a pity you turned out to be such a
I followed the wind today
If it can make haste
Then so must I.
I rode its unpredictable back
An elemental goddess in my prime.
I moved with the leaves
Swept willingly along the path.
They danced jigs around my feet, my head
I was crowned their Queen.
Me? A Queen!
I felt all the power of the gusts inside me.
A whirling dervish, hovering above ground
Nothing but the sound of leaf adulation
Oh what a sound!
Yesterday I trudged through mud
Pulled my collar up against the draught
Sighed as the leaves stuck to my shoes.
Heard nothing but howling.
But today at last I will not freeze
I will harness the power of that wonderful breeze.