Updated: Nov 1, 2022
Carving the memories of you into poetry.
Yellow paper
with blue lines.
Chicken scratch handwriting.
Big wet blobs
where tears hit like a rainstorm,
crashing against the letters.
Uncrossing the t’s,
smudging the i’s.
Shaking hands crease the poem;
fold it carefully.
Paper airplane.
Hoping the thought of you would vanish,
carried away by the wind.
An honest mess- A rain cloud affair; Nothing more than clothes in the corner piled high on the chair, Your mouth says a name- doesn’t seem to know mine. Who knows if you’ll ever say what you mean? Mes
What if spilled ink Was nothing more than Dense words compacted On your muddled page? Not a mess to mop up, But a message to sort out. What sort of message Would we find in the Deep recesses of our pe
The ephemeral glow of the sun, rising above the ocean. Light rays reach out, like the hands of a god offering eternal tranquility. Gossamer glaze covering photographs that never do justice to reality.
