Poetry Thead

[sparticle]

Nothing now dare we take

against ache of the day

that starts in with a sigh

and ends up with a sigh



Here the leaves rustle by

like the dead on the wind

and the baskets of leaves

are just souls out of keeping



The rain wanders down

on the glass like confusion

it's all out of place

and I talk about leaving



As if anywhere's there

or the places I go

will fill some ancient void

that's been left in my keeping



There's a sometime with sun

and a faint little rainbow

above a small storm

that broke over our heads



And I know where it is

and i'm not going back there

but sometimes I dream

that i never have left



And the leaves

tumble by

like old souls in the wind

and I once heard him say

that I'd never return



and the rain trickles down

and the candle burned out

and the stars aren't there

and i wish he was here



but he's not

and they don't and it won't

and it isn't; you'll never, I didn't,

and nobody will

So many negatives never and never

and never again takes awhile to fill....



There's some hope in old comforts

the smell of damp hair

on a pillow I won't wash

because we were there



And the leaves swirl around

like the souls of the damned

and tonight's moon is hidden

and nothing was planned



I finish some coffee

that wasn't that good

and the leaves in the wind are

like things that I should



And I sleep because sometimes it's

something to do

and if sometimes I'm careful

the dreaming comes true



And the morning is silent

like leaves under snow

that eventually falls

and there's nowhere to go

except up from here

out of here

far and away from here

never come back to here

anywhere's better



But here's where I am

and wherever I go

and if that isn't fair

then it's still what we get

and I write and i tell him

forget me

and tear up the letter....

[Clytie]

his nights sleepless
unable to rest
watching the darkness linger on the edge
moving closer to her still form
and so the call
his voice a quiver
filled with emotion
yet the answer
a reassuring voice
lulls him to sleep
willing him to slumber
while only miles away
her body awakens
violent leaping
under the pressure of the paddles
to no avail
he was right
the darkness had consumed her

[tsunamimom]

If I could have my time over again,
so many things that I could say or do
Before I saw my life's span start to wane,
Address the what, wherefore, the why and who.
To start again knowing what I know now
And do things right the way I should have done;
Just what exactly would I change and how?
Alter the winding course my life has run?
But changing all my past affects the now;
My husband gone, my children somewhere else.
A whole new set of promises I'd vow
A different life, another story tells.

I'm glad I took this road, tho' it be long
For that which does not kill you makes you strong.

Jo McGee Feb 2002

[Clytie]

eyes void of vision
blurred in the midday
aimless staring
while the chaos rages round
turbuent waves of paranoia
crowd in closer and closer
yet the dead calm in her eyes
never wavers
blind

[sparticle]

possibility in yes

the possibility in your "yes"
is a beam of sun
that played across the faded drapes
and caught floating specks of grime
and turned them into sparkling stardust
in otherwise dullest wintertime

the possibility in your "yes"
is a few water molecules
that met bittercold air
and wove crystalline fractals
across a bubbled pane
the moonlight through them looks
intensely lovely,
a living thing captured in trembling bare branches.

the possibility in your "yes"
is the lacy veil of six-point snowstars
diamonds dazzling white
gathered in my dark hair
as if arranged to shine.

I could never purchase these,
so fine are they, and rare
and I am grateful for the gift
it may last but a moment
but ah, the moment for which it is there.

[Clytie]

endless moon
carry the night on your shoulders
shift the moons dark weight
spin the stars on your finger
ride the winds of midnight
fly long until morning breaks upon your weary head
then go as the light chases
all the dark away
and hide yourself in the caves
where never the day will find you

[chuckie egg]

I've been writing quite a bit over the last 6 months. And I guess I was largely inspired by this place, so I thought I'd share a few with you all.

They're all pretty personal. I write better amid angst, I've discovered. Any comments/criticisms most welcome!



Missing You

Missing you just makes
my heart ache for you more,
to be in your arms.

With your sweater wrapped
around me I close my eyes,
and stare into yours.

Until we next meet
whenever you think of me
you can be quite sure,

I am missing you.



I Wait

I wait
day in day out
as we live our separate
lives at opposite ends of this world
I couldn’t get further away
nor could I get
closer.

I wait
as you sleep
and I sleep while you
live and see beautiful things
I can’t wait to hear
about you while
I dream.

I wait
in the grey
in the cold in the dull
in the months I hate most
in the months when I need you here
in this place I call home
yet I long to escape
until I can
I wait.



Here

here
I wait
to hold you
tight again in
my arms that lie
empty at night,
eyes close
with a
tear

here
I wait
for your
kiss that I've
missed, so dearly
have I longed
to give you
all the
year

here
I wait
to stare
into blue eyes
that melt my heart
which pounds
hard when
you are
near



Saved

put on the spot I think for a moment
and truth comes streaming forth
like a waterfall exploding
through a dam which
was once strong
and now is
weak

water
consumes my
world and theirs
so rapidly and for a while
I can't breathe, I swim and I gasp
for air and fight to stay alive in this
new world which is alien to me and I sink

I almost hit bottom, a hand grasps my arm
and pulls hard, it hurts a while
and then I recognise it.
I grab and hold tight
because I know He
won't let me
drown

saved
from the mess
from everything I breathe
once more with a smile inside
knowing, knowing that I'm not alone
and I'm loved and protected and saved
already and again by my dearest, oldest Friend



"I drink"

the fleeting glance
captures my gaze
and I stare
and you know it
I drink
you flirt
with surrounding admirers
as my gut churns
round and round
I drink
and you relish
the opportunity
to mess with my mind
and I know it
I drink
while you laugh
while they laugh
while I laugh
at myself
I drink
you leave
and brush past
my arm
beckoning me
I drink



First Kiss

my
heart
beats out
of my chest
as I wait for
the right time
to pull you close
and kiss the lips I've
been admiring all day long

soft
breaths
on my cheek
masquerade as
flower petals that
gently caress the breeze
that captures them in summer

passionate
new explorations
makes toes curl and
sends tingles down spines
as we embrace each other hard

we fall
asleep and
in love, smiling

wow



Far Away Shores

Blue sky beckons me
to escape this room
trapped by steel bars
trapped by the clock
trapped by deadlines

Tired eyes and sore head
persuade me to dream
of far away shores
with crystal blue seas
and fluffy white sand

Let me take you there
the place of my dreams
we'll forget the world
soak up the sun
and each other



This Place

I stare at letters on a screen
With a sunken, heavy heart
I've been to this place before
Seemingly perpetual pain

Six letter word etched on my mind
captures me at every glimpse
I've been to this place before
and hated every last second

Alarmingly familiar
actions mirror past regrets
I've been to this place before
And I never want to return

[ambo]

Ah, Chuckie, really lovely all of them.
I like your open style - it reminds me of my own.
A friend once warned me not to give away too much of myself in my poetry.
I asked him how!

[chuckie egg]

Thanks Ambo

I find poetry a good way to went how I'm feeling.