Not So Sweet, A Lesson Learned

This poem is a little old, I wrote it 2/14/2012

 

 

His hand was laced with mine

As you slowly passed us by

I saw you double take

As he bent down to nuzzle my face

Revenge was not so sweet as I thought it would be

It was dark and sour

My lowest and most pathetic hour

He held me close

And moved in

Knowing well that you were watching

It was a burn that in the end

Hurt both ways

You may have done the same to me

But that was no excuse

It gnawed me up inside

Like a deadly hearticide

And all those tears I once had cried

Came back to choke and drown

But he doesn’t know

And I’m not using him

I just wanted you to see

How much better I am without you

Revenge was not so sweet as I thought it would be

 

Love at the Beach

-For JS

Sandy toes and sunburned cheeks

Salty laughs and seaweed hair

Sunset walks and laced fingertips

Love for a week, love at the beach

More for convenience than anything

Just because you can

No strings attached

Merely for fun

For the sake of touching someone

Those rolls in the sand

Not exactly lust

But something close

Just because we can

Freedom to tease and kiss

Knowing love at the beach

Is the sort that lasts a week

The silent sneak off the balcony

And the giggles muffled not too well

Sea oat hide-and-go seek

And midnight sandcastles

Love at the beach

The purest you’ll find

No “If only”s

Or ‘But wait”s

At the closing goodbye

You’re suddenly shy

But then you grin

You kiss and shake hands

No sad parting

Just a halved cockle shell

“Twas nice and I wish you well

You walk away with one last kiss

Knowing that love at the beach

Will expire after a week

Smiling Picture

Smiling picture look away

My heart can’t stand to see you today

You look so happy, so picturesque

A painful reminder that someday

We all enter eternal rest

Smiling picture look away

Stop mocking life with your display

Frozen still to quietly tease

Stop being there, just go away please

I don’t want to see

I refuse to reminisce

A person I will always miss

It is too soon

To fondly remember

To smile for the good

I only see cold, gray pallor

Death personified

I only taste the salt of tears we all have cried

Smiling picture disappear

You represent just what I fear

Being gone, just like that

Like I was never there at all

When in the shadow of my mortality

I find it hard to keep my gall

Smiling picture look away

My heart is too fragile to see you today

You Painted My World

Hello!! I’ve been gone forever due to the idiocy of Comcast. They were supposed to cancel my neighbor’s service, but instead cancelled ours and it took a million forevers to get things worked out. Glad to be back!! I’ve missed everybody!!

xoxoAndrea

Imagine the blandest of grays

The darkest of blacks

And the starkest of whites

My world until you shed some light

You painted the grass a verdant green

And the cardinals a regal red

Richly gold became the sun

And the roses a delicate pink

You painted my world

The salty ocean became teal

So vibrant enough to feel

The earth once black

Now a chocolate-brown

The slow soft sunset

You spent so much time

Each orange flash

And the jagged streaks of pink

Sprinting across a palette of red

Still tinged by the day’s baby blue

My world is color because of you

Where Do the Words Go?

Where do the words go

The ones that surface too late

To make a difference

Perhaps they float up

Like sad balloons

Longing for a child’s hand

Maybe they hang up above us

Suspended in our personal electron cloud

 

Where do the words go

The ones that are advice ignored

Are they recycled

For another well-meaning soul to give

Or do they sink

Like rocks no longer needed to hold the soil down

 

Where do the words go

The ones that tell of hidden pain

Are they inhaled back by the speaker

Because no one wants to help

Or do they turn into ghosts

That haunt those who could have fixed everything

 

Where do the words go

The ones that spark change

Do they explode like fireworks

Multiplying under a starry sky

Do they fly like swift birds

Singing songs of reformation

I think they evolve and transcend

To something mere language can’t communicate

 

Where do the words go

Or do they never leave

A Few Haiku

-I decided to try a new form, haiku.  Writing these three haiku was the most liberating and limiting experience I have ever had.  I was liberated from extraneous words and was forced to simplify my expressions and say more with less.  I was limited in that I often found myself merely one syllable over, a very frustrating position.  I plan to write more in the future and I hope you enjoy!!

AZ

 

His long tail twitches

Eyes wide watching his quarry

The agile cat hunts

 

A vast world contained

An escape from normalcy

Just look in a book

 

Thoughts sit in my mind

Icicles on tree branches

They melt, I forget

 

 

Soul Spy

I sat and watched the world today

I softened my mind till it was naught but clay

So many souls passed me by

Auras now focused under full light

Facades no longer could support a lie

Thoughts and emotions twirled ’round like a kite

Wants and desires like birds took to flight

Spy I was, commiter of a heinous crime

Experiencing feelings that were not mine

So much from these souls there was to learn

For all the knowledge in this world they made me yearn

These souls would be so mad

Is curiosity truly that bad?

I hated to leave but I had to go

I can now however rest in peace

There is hope for humanity, I know

We will one day tear down our walls

We will be more free each time one falls