Thursday, December 02, 2004

Poetry today

Tomorrows another day
this I tell myself.
A day for me to be yours
without a shadow of a doubt
in heavens bliss I'm yours...
I refuse to cry
even when that nagging little voice
preaches in my ear whispering of truth
no ... no... delusion is perfect
Tomorrows another day
where slowly my life seeps out
In each hug, kiss, glance more of my soul weakens
under the burden of truth
Tomorrows another day
for me to know
no matter how sweet the cake
it's bitter aftertaste tells me
that this is all a lie
tomorrow...
© SKW

All of My Tears
I remember a meadow full of green
And my heart full of peace
azure blue skies with puffy white clouds
and dreams of forever
I missed the storm clouds rolling in...
It must have been when I was lost in your eyes
and now I sit in the midst of this hurricane
dumbfounded and lost
the occasional glimpse of your eyes beckoning
but you have gone
you were here... and now you're gone
silence stands beside me as my heart pounds deafening in it's pain
i believed you...even as you said goodbye without speaking
I believed you when you carried me to the stars
Even as I fell tumbling over and over
I believed you when for two precious seconds our lips touched
and fire ravaged my soul with such longing from just a kiss
I believed your offer of love
even as the cool hand of distance settled in for permanent residence
I believed you...
damn you
©SKW

Rescheduled
words roll around inside me waiting to be spoken
my heart is weighed down by sadness
emotions churn like darkened cloudy skies
I build my dam around my approaching tears
my voice cut off unable to express the multitude of words
growing, gaining momentum
the silent scream in the back of my throat
begging for release
why are you not serious?
why?
Am I the only one who thinks that possibility should be paramount?
does this possibility of us not rate important?
i know my worth
shining like gold
and I deserve better
than to be
rescheduled...

My upper lip is strong, my lower lip trembles
the dam breaks and so begins the flood of tears.
I miss you...
© SKW

Adagio
In artists canvas the brush strokes come to life
each piece the dance
the hand reaching longing, stretching...
the partner yet to be drawn only a dream
singular strokes and linear angles softened
bring forth the secret
charcoal greys surrounded the red beating heart
hand still stretched... seeking... desiring
creative passion draws forth the partner
a million miles have been between the lovers
now separated by single strokes...
the artist scratches furiously against the canvas
driven...obsessed
when satisfaction becomes the focus
the need to finish that which the artist knows...KNOWS exists
soon the one are two and together they dance
colorful strokes of life breathed into this canvas
hands intertwine as the adagio begins
music notes float around the two and off the canvas permeating everything
soft whispers "if you know where to find me..."
rose colored life emulated in this arabesque dream
embracing, the two characters once a dream now a reality
hushed words of loves expression "say you'll be the only one..."
They live their love, live their life
from the breath of the heart...
imparting this widom
keep breathing
keep knowing
it exists...
©SKW


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