Originally one of my micro poems on Twitter the prompt word Oblivion (#TastyPoem) was the inspiration for this one.
She paused, what was it, what was it she could almost see,
Almost feel, to touch, an unsteady, feeling; uncertainty.
But an excitement too, with her stomach floating high
But her heart falling heavy, she exhaled with an overwhelming cry
As if from nowhere her eyes filled with tears - un-cried
It was as if she was looking on, not in but outside.
Then it was clear, in a moment she knew,
Her pattern of remembrance was right on cue.
The divine coloured crimson caught in a crystal beam,
Reminded her of him; how intoxicating, he had been.
Her oblivion, her delight, her home and her man
Now lost to her and this world, this was never in their plan.
Every now and again, she'd return to this moment and smile
To sit and be with him, let her self dream, just for a while.
The wine's bouquet held a memory, like he was there,
She could almost feel him run his fingers through her hair,
Then a laugh began to bubble in the back of her throat,
This cocktail of emotions, and only one she could note,
She raised the glass to her lips with a triumphant lift
Liquid swirls and her heart takes it in; a living memory, like a gift.
Headlights tracking me,
A sort of rhythm,
But beating in silence;
Again, and again, and again, and again.
Speeding past, lightening,
Their moments are fleeting
Inimitably mimicking my memories;
Again, and again, and again.
Flying by, in a whisper, a wisp
Like my thoughts, as I try to catch them
Partly Illuminated; like ghosts they glide;
Again and again.
Brightening every beat,
As they make silhouettes on my cheek,
I see all the imperfections of the glass,
Through which I wait for you;
A poem about a woman unable to overcome her fear of trusting and sharing her feelings with the one she loved
My heart waits for unrequitedness
And then my speech is free
My mind tells me I'm safe to feel
When hearts no longer feel for me
It's a pattern of behaviour
And a rhythm I can't break
It's my heart and head I battle
Then my confession comes too late
I've loved and lost before
I've always wanted to resolve
I've never understood myself,
Or how my head and heart revolve,
It's my fault, my selfish stuttering, my emotion - I've denied
When you asked me and you held me
My mouth shut me away and lied
A love that feels inevitable, but knowing it's not right or possible; tangling with the conflict of emotions
Do I leave you behind, to be like memories I've known,
Because I can't have you, because I'm alone.
If I tell you, you'll be stuck, as I find myself now,
But between requited-unrequitedness,
and that solemn golden vow.
Jealousy tells my heart you are beautiful,
Desire tells my heart what's more meaningful.
My heart with cautious delight says 'go on'
I'm lost in your divinity, I'm lost in your song
But the pain says you'll walk away
I'm lost in your talents,
you take my breath away
Honesty tells my heart you're not right for me
Truth tells my heart that it will break, but it will be
Darkness falls, My hope falters not under oppressive skies. Rolling thunder, in a deafening cry, My love for you – Cannot be denied
A poem describing a connection to a loved one
Those breaths I hold tight when the happiness won't come
Breaths I carry lightly when the dizziness follows me home
Those breaths I control when I want to take it all away
Breaths I can't catch when my darkness breaks the day
Your words that shelter me from my thoughts and my fear
Words that take me away from shade and the edges I'm near
Your words that move me to feel free, light and escape again
Words that lift me and put perspective to my pain
Looks that hold me on the edge to keep myself here
Your looks that shoot down the sickness that feeds my fear
Looks that take me home and the worry that forces the mask
Your looks that keep me pretending to make this feeling last
Hopeful eyes sparkle, Togetherness with hands entwined, Moments and kisses seem eternal, Survival in love, hearts combined; Adored
A leap of faith, a moment
In a breath, a single heartbeat
A jump at chance, a skip
And a lightness, as our eyes meet
A truth shared, a risk
We just keep moving, into the unknown
A love that's mutual, eternal
As with each other we feel we're home
A free-written poem about a journey through a final goodbye to a loved one, as part of a Grand Guignol suite of monologues in poetic and free verse 'Cabaret of Confessions'
Published on Spillwords in 2016
As she gazes into her eyes can she see the pain,
Will she see the shadows, will she see the shame,
She can see the love, she can see the light,
She can feel the pull, feel her chest coiled tight,
She hopes her heart won't break as she tears away,
Will she hear it crack and feel her fingertips stray,
As they grasp onto the moment that's no longer real
As they clutch for hands that can no longer feel.
Lost reaches — brush nothing, her heart begins to flake
Her soul hopes for sleep and the longing lays awake.
Would she really be missed, her mind starts to break
To feel like she belongs, what would it take...
Love like thunder, as light and as fickle as the promises now unspoken.