There’s nothing better

than being a writer

heaving paint

on canvas of life

mini dribs and drabs

and splashes of color

seeing things

only you can see

flowing into

wayward streams

slinging handfuls

of light

honing words

to sharp edges

uncovering

passion and lust

saying what

you mean

or leaving

gaps for

interpretation

screaming thoughts

in lightning bolts

twisted endings

emerging ideas

spirited words

aimed at target

tidal outflow

splitting to

form new bodies

of misty vision.

I write as I please

say what I want

don’t get paid

no chained words

I’m free at last!

I am imagination

     blazing flashes of imaged light

     soul caught on fire

     silence in hush of day

     discreet gentle feet

I am imagination

     framing your love

     reaching for our yesterdays

     closed eyes seeking hope

     past unfolding into butterflies

I am imagination

     upside down reality

     daisies of your smile

     flight through winged sky

     garments of pink sand

I am imagination

     surreal dreams with no limits

     shadows of infinity clinging

     drops of clear water on tongue

     holding hands of summer hues

I am imagination

      wild with infatuation

     throbbing with need

     tasting the sweetness

     guided by pale moon

But are you just my imagination?

I talk to myself in the still silence

     leaving a trail of tiny air pebbles,

     I stop breathing in synchrony

     to your heartbeat, encased

     in a folded cage, trapping me

     in a place I try valiantly to escape.

I reach for you but you can’t hear

     my words are scattered, invisible

     a translucent force, backhanding me,

     in an eye blink, I turn to face nothing,

     obliterated swirling thoughts, unknown.

     Why can’t anyone else hear me?

I am hidden in the weeds of indifference

     surely you know what I am saying, but

     my open estuary confesses only to me.

     I beg of you to feed my raging fire

     by listening to the image in your mirror.

     Must I be the only one to validate

     my worth, hidden in my own intensity?

Why do I mourn

You cannot feel the tears

Dripping one

By salty one

Into the chasm gouged

In my existence

My lifeblood seeping away

As surely as your own

Once did

Into the crumbling earth

And endless void

Why do I cry

If you aren't here

To feel my grief

Or comfort me

And tell me that

You understand

And share my pain

No matter how alone

I seem to be

Grief has no meaning

For those whose hearts

No longer beat

Why then

These desperate sobs

That seek to cleave

My own in two?

Perhaps, in truth

They’re not for you

But meant for me

Because with your death

I’ve lost a part of

What made me

Me

And I grieve the loss

Of the person I

Can never be

Again

#love #death #challenge #poetry