Alone is Not Lonely
Lonely
Pale lemon sun chaperones obscurity.
standing on sidelines watching, while
others bide time smelling the roses
but I am unable to unpack
trappings of my emotional baggage.
Solitary moon meanders around me
as I trudge miles in my despair,
loneliness mutilating my soul.
Vertigo of night strikes without caring
as I stumble on precipice with tears
thrashing my throat in delusions.
Alone
Whistling alone, I stroll down the street,
reflections of life flow in silver streams.
Reaching out to touch damp soothing rain,
roaming freely from all cares of my world.
Waking early in morning to ride sunshine,
tide of inner thoughts in esoteric spirit.
Feeling the space around me in whispers,
standing alone in my own footsteps.
Savoring the taste of enveloping silence,
breathing deeply to unlock my universe.
Watching others walking on by, leaving
me alone in lulling reveries to explore
blossoming meditations of a dreamer.
If
If I cry with the lights on
Will it make me less sad?
If I smile with the lights off
Will it make it less scary?
If I lay alone
Will it be better with someone?
Or maybe
If I cry in the dark
I won't have to look at myself
If I smile in the light
I'll mask myself to the world better
If I lay alone
I'll have the company of my demons
Sometimes I cry alone
Sometimes I think I care to much
Or maybe not enough.
Maybe I should just stop
Even though I know I can't
This isn't what I asked for
I just want to feel alright
Misery is something I'm accustomed to
Every damn time
Someone says those words
I try to not feel it
Crazy how much it actually hurts
Running deep with in,
Yet I can't find a way to let it out
All damn day, I try to feel
Love that I know isnt there
Only lies
Never what I ask for
Every time, I end up the same
Eternal Love ~a senryu sequence~
Look inside my soul,
Gaze deeply within my heart;
Tell me what you see.
Can you see my love,
The glowing fire of passion
Burning there for you?
My desire for you
Is deeper than the ocean.
You make my heart soar.
There are times I feel
Overcome with dizziness
Looking in your eyes.
The day I found you
My life became more complete
Than it was before.
Come lie down with me;
Let your worries fade away,
Safe within my arms.
(c) 2015 - dustygrein
** Note: I know this is a portal for haiku, but the senryu is structurally a cousin, and both can be done in sequences. I love exploring human emotions in these series of verses, as opposed to seasons and the natural world, hence the senryu instead of the traditional haiku.
His Love For Her
Once upon a field of snow
a babe was put to breast;
his mother’s sparkling eyes aglow
with love, she did impress
his love for her so deep and true
that every ounce of his soul knew
his love for her.
His love for her
waxed stronger daily as he grew.
Once upon a field of snow
a young man passed the test;
he earned the right to be her beau,
with passion he’d invest
his love for her, and thus he’d woo
his future bride; so fierce and true
his love for her.
His love for her
gave his heart wings, with which they flew.
Once upon a field of snow
a heart was laid to rest;
his soul mate, he had watched her go,
his tear-filled eyes confessed
his love for her, so strong and true.
His future, shaded gray and blue
his love for her.
His love for her
would somehow help him see it through.
(c) 2017 - dustygrein
** Note: This form is called a trijan refrain, and is one of my favorite poetic forms to work in. The triple stanza structure lends itself well to story arcs that encompass lifetimes.
Princes of the Fields
Windswept rows of dandelions
towheaded lads taming the wind
flourishing within tall fences
row after row after row
dandelion boys pretending
they’re princes of the fields
growing wild inside dreams
untamed and scattered
in breezes, faces of sunshine
static light and air abounding
yellow buttons pushing earth
rooted on grass doorsteps
overgrown in skin of spring
puffed away in breaths of air
dimples exhaling spores
fragile shooting stars of day.
Grandma
I finger the intricate stitches
of love remembered and worn.
Dusk of time crawls through
windows of my soul
in silver shaded hours.
Silhouette of her love lingers,
darkness of night lifts
as bathed moonlight fills
chambers of my heart.
I sift her spirit through
hourglasses of faded time,
embracing her image
as I rock solemnly
in her worn rocking chair.
Fresh jasmine of her scent
soothes my skin.
Tears no longer line
my brittle heart
as I gather the love
inside her shadow.
Fragmented echoes
hear the bell
of final call.
White Butterflies
life pops in and sits a while
sharing a cup of enchantment and woe
porch swings and cracked windows
open doors and unhinged wooden doors
antiquated locks and furrowed brows
life pops in and sits a while
pockets brimmed with why not’s
overflowing possibilities
roots struggling to reach soil
images dancing on eyelids
life pops in and sits a while
dawn’s light beamed on skin
thawed feelings of ice melting
clenched fists and open hearts
feast and famine – cupboard bare
life pops in and sits a while
rain gorged sadness leaving creases
metallic storms clanging to earth
black and white photos without images
splashed mud and fractured timbers
life pops in and sits a while
suitcases of chances open wide
prismatic sunshine on dappled paths
freckled clouds mirrored on sea
white butterflies lighting on souls.