Poetry

Threatened house

A flash of lightning got rid of the dark
Long enough for the sickly man to see
More aloe vera would be needed to
Soothe the wounds of his beautiful house.

Grass and tree tops are pointed to the door,
The cold wind batters the fragile window,
And the man knows it will not take long before
The rumble of thunder will break the sky

And clouds will release their cargo of rain
On the red bricks, roof and rest of the house.

Though the man shakes his fist up to the sky,

He cowers in fear

for this Putin storm.

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A simple thing

I found a simple thing
in a crumpled cardboard box.
A plastic bracelet yellow and blue
so ugly and old, but beautiful to me.

I used to play the fiddle with her,
but now I don’t know where she is,
nor what she does for work,
nor who she takes back home.

Maybe I would know
if I sought the house for more of her
and find more of those
memories trapped in objects,

memories trapped in objects.

Vice Versa Love

When we bodily departed
We remained deep hearted
Through low and high
And years went by

O sometimes we went
Gave our hearts for rent
To exciting danger
Always just another stranger

Yet it was always clear
Never any need for fear
For as Time grew longer
Our fire burned stronger

Still now do I worry
Darling, should we not hurry?
If not for a kiss
Then, what is this?

Lest our roads remain apart
Honey, shall we follow our heart?
And fly to high above
For everlasting love

Vice Versa Love

that feeling forever

there and then
it started with a grin
thrown at that lovely face
carved out with careful grace

with courage found late
I asked her on a date
to somewhere hidden away
where perhaps we could play

so it was in the park
under the chirp of a lark
our first kiss
O joyful bliss!

later her lips pressed on mine
we moved closer to intertwine
it left us in a state
where we were but bait

for Time to drudgingly destroy that feeling forever

shapeshifter

every snowflake of another winter
every hidden street discovered
every kiss from different lips

moulds me dissimilar to that previous me

on the basis of life
who I was before
remnants remain

mydriasis

short of breath she listens to words rolling from my lips without a pause as I discover the unexplored river of her veins with cold hands don’t do this stop but continue please yes she shivers as I carry her away with foreign words to frightening heights and unknown lands of rapture and bliss stop talking the world spins your hands and in a moment of wild force she turns around nude and looks at me with an expression of

mydriasis

Thank you to Yasemin of we.love.repeat for being the seductive female voice.

Whatever

Suddenly,

I lied to you and you lied to me  and we lied together in a bed of words underneath a blanket of false promises in the room of my heart where it was often cold. There was endless poetry in the tack tack tack of your high heels walking away from the room with the key in your small hand.

I surrendered to a bubble of future words left unspoken.
The room shrank as my heart clenched.
Whatever.