Category: poetry

Clothing

I would befriend hesitation,
take her shopping with me,
invest the time,
but impulse
is my constant companion.

Hesitation,
born of shared trauma,
labours over pain-filled decisions

My need is palpable,
throbbing,
must suffocate it,
weighted beneath
layers of numbing fabric

Afraid to show myself,
afraid that she will find me,
block any progress,
or worse

make my pay for these layers
of stolen moments…
encounter crazy reflected in her eyes

(Poem first appeared here June 2016. This version has been edited. Image my own)

This Life A Road

This life a road –
the way prepared
signs to guide me,
and still, I get lost.

Construction, distraction,
disobedience – throw me off –
tendency to choose tougher routes,
broken down and been sidelined

And yet, the road still beckons,
invites progression, thrills.
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
my father liked to say, and so…

I push ahead, keep motoring,
trust the obstacles – more lessons –
will polish off the rough patches,
and eventually learn to shine.

Sorry

Sorry –
so much inadequacy
bundled into one word
as if five letters
can convey
depths of regret,
shock, dismay

seems I am the spark
to your lighter fluid –
unintentional, I swear

still reeling
from the aftermath
of the explosion

attempting to
deconstruct the
formula –
precautionary

I am sorry –
that you are enraged,
that you are so obviously disappointed
that you are consumed with resentment –
except, it is sadness, not regret that I feel.

I cannot own this,
was always honest,
forthright,
did not feed your expectations

Besides,
learned long ago –
we don’t have the power
to make anyone
feel anything
least of all,
sorry.

So I’m not sorry,
but maybe
if you could just tell me,
give me an inkling
of what you might need
I can help us out of this hole.

(Image my own)

What We Really Need

We purchase boards
imagine roots –
dream bigger
ignore the dawning

The higher the fence,
we tell ourselves,
the better the privacy.
Work hard, earn big.

And the longing grows
it’s the heart that seeks roots
hungers for connection
love like sunshine

Would knock down walls
throw open the doors
bask in the expansiveness
of kindred moments shared.

(Image mine)

Fatal Fury

Really wasn’t your fault
this fury that overcame –
Words evoked onslaught,
a raging river of pain.

Didn’t mean to push you,
miscalculated my aim,
swimming in swamp waters
not a recommended game.

You floundered, gurgled,
cursed me by name –
our love story, now viral
brought an alligator fame.

(Image my own. Tale is totally fictional, I promise.)