A Poem

Shall I write a poem

Something cold and dark as my soul

A metaphor

To my love of the sea and moon

Or just another poem

Of you and your stupid

 

No,  I’ve strayed off topic

 

A poem, to write

Nature,

My sweet, sweet nature

Inspire the gods

Muse for my pen

 

A playful taunt

From a well thought out prompt

It’s all I need

To plant my poetry seed

 

So many directions

So many worlds to explore

 

Just a word, or ten to start along

Anticipation grabs

 

Stop…I remember

 

Now that must all wait

For I’ve finished my lunch break

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Prism

An island

This island

Not drifting

Existing

In open space

Where the heart

should feel

Where love

should flow

And empathy

is gold

They are hidden away

On this island

In open space

Waiting

As a prism

To hold in the sun’s light

For you

You know I have poems

For all of you

And words for memories

A collection piling in my books

Songs are great expressions

Some have acquired whole bands

 

I don’t love you

But feeling for all

Are read in my words

No tears are left on my pages

No pain released

 

Just a poem

About

For

In spite of you

 

Each to his own I have left

Pages of sorrow and love

But I have nothing to give you

Cause I see nothing from you

Thirst

I don’t think we’re ever
supposed to know
It takes the majestic away from curiosity
Completion is insanity
or denial
And to learn all the answers
after the fact

Simply devastating

Unraveling fibers
of your being

One complete thought
Enclosed
No where to move

To cease
or suffer

But instead a thought
A progression
An understanding preserved
By a thirst