One of my girls is in a wheelchair, or if we’re going up a steep hill you could call it the prowler ;). I have dreams where she can walk. This one was written about her.
Flight
The feathers are there,
the potential for brilliant flight,
and in my dreams I see her,
running along the sidewalk in front of our house,
arms spread wide,
tips of tennis shoes skimming the asphalt runway of our street,
then effortlessly rising,
up, up, up,
over the swaying grasses of these coastal hills,
honeyed hair streaming behind,
as she soars over the Pacific,
her form silhouetted by the sun.
And my heart swells with joy then,
in my dreams where I see her fly,
grateful to have leaned in close enough,
to feel the soft brush of feathers,
knowing.
I stretch upward on my toes now,
squinting into the sun,
jumping then at the last I too catch a little air,
as she disappears from view,
both of us
unfettered.
[quote]Iron Dwarf wrote:
You paint vivid pictures with your words.[/quote]
Thanks ID. Back at ya. It’s really interesting to see such different styles in this thread. Reading someone’s poems is like taking a field trip into their experience. It’s especially cool when you realize that something in them, reverberates in you.
Got all my ducks in a row
Only to shoot them down.
I punched a mime in the nose
Now he’s just a bloody clown.
Can you see what I’m saying?
Next step is to paint this town
So stick around.
There’s a rock on my shoulder
So I can’t give you the world.
This freak’s flag ain’t flying
'Cuz it’s barely unfurled.
Can you say what I’m seeing?
So much shit to be hurled
So give it a whirl.
I’ve lost my own voice
Now I’ve no rhyme or reason.
I need help finding God.
Wanna be in the state He’s in.
Can you ease where I’m aching?
The fruit’s out of season
So say something pleasing.
Can’t bear the new regime
Everything’s looking strange.
Left, right, black, white
There’s no more exchange.
Can you see what I’m saying?
Their ducks in a row on the firing range
So pick your weapon, make a change.
There was night
Then blinding light
Down came hot rain.
I watched it all through a broken pane.
Sounds of sirens
Blend with screams and horns.
I knew I couldn’t run
Or rather… I shouldn’t.
No place to hide
Just look at the sky
And let my spirit fly.
They say ignorance is bliss.
Only now do I pretend
It is the truth.
I’ll never have to look back
To this day, this hour
This second.
Or rather… I couldn’t.
I am hollow, I am empty
But I appear to contain plenty.
Listless and helpless on the inside
Yet my exterior displays false pride.
How did I arrive at this lowly conclusion?
If only my arrival contained the solution.
But I keep on searching, looking for substance
Like so many others who carry an abundance.
Maybe I’ve never experienced enough
Has life been too easy, yet for others…rough?
They all seem to wear it, out on their sleeves
But to me a clown looks insincere when he grieves.
So I try to express…show it in my art
But the world wants to analyze, break it apart.
So I’ll pick up the pieces, place them inside me gently
Because I am hollow…I am empty. [/quote]
Wow, never has a poem resonated with me so much until I read thisQ Thanks for sharing ID. It was awesome![/quote]
I love this one too. My husband works for a university. Sometimes the kids will write these “hardship” essays to gain entrance, how they’ve overcome some big obstacles and so forth so they should get an edge. I always makes me feel uncomfortable to see people being rewarded for telling the biggest sob story. I suppose the line about “wearing it, out on their sleeves” is what got me going down that path. Yeah, I like this poem a lot. Sometimes it’s a matter of strength / fortitude to be able to carry on with something difficult, and not show it on the outside.
Feeling the sting
Caressed by pain
Burned by your soul
Immortal by flame
Out of control
Relapsed into tears
Tempted by the thought
Stricken, my dear
Hidden by a heart of gloom
Obsessed with fate and doom
Disguised within your rightuos fight
There is strength you find in your Christ
Blackened thoughts refine my sight
No hope to spend, I’ll ride the night
Taste my venom
No price for this store
Willing to give them
When they ask for more
Twisted Rain
Slippery, too vain
Find love in destruction
Sick beauty through pain
You’ve become a slave to lust
Followed down my rail
Girl, I am not the one to trust
The sinister has prevailed
I’m a fucking unicorn, can you see my horn?
Sorry, it is invisible to those I scorn
I assure, you would see it well if you adorned
Me. The world is yours to mold and play with as you see
The devils of yesteryear are hero’s of today - as for me?
I’m a fucking unicorn. Are you starting to see my horn?