She wasn’t too fussed To spend her birthday alone; A friend sent a greeting With hearts from her phone. She wasn’t upset She had no one to date; She lit her own candle, Watched the flame undulate. She wasn’t disturbed By the tear in her eye— This smoky night air Could make anyone cry.
I’ve had it with Twitter! I have written so many lil poems, followed other poets, and retweeted their poetry. But barely anyone pays attention to my work… my poor poems are so unloved. So I’m going to post them here (the good ones) and punctuate them. On Twitter, I often don’t put commas and such to save characters. Here are the ones from 2020. Oh, and I’m titling them!
Dance In this moment, With the silver magic Of a slivered moon, It all seems possible, Just a breath away. On the verge between A kiss and a promise is The point of no return. But the music starts, And I remember I can’t do this dance All over again. [Edited. This one got a lil love because it was pinned to my profile.]
Sickness Holding the night In a sticky grip, This sickness Brought a kind of magic— Fevered and frantic, Filled with stars, Burning through the dark. It faded like a dream, Slipping away at dawn In someone else’s car. [Edited.]
Honey Golden, sun-buzzed nectar, Drips sticky sweetness Down my greedy fingers. I savor the ancient taste Of blooms and stingers; Sharp joy hits my throat. I can almost hear the wings, Singing through clover. I read a jar lasts forever. [Edited.]
Abacus Love sounds like a broken abacus, Beads scattering across the floor. We don’t count texts Or endearments Or who did what first, When all we want is more. Love sounds like time unspooling From a reel of promises, Until there’s only you & me, & no one keeping score. [Edited.]
Surrender Tears like ropes of pearls Gleamed softly on her skin, So radiant in the velvet night. Star-struck, moon-thrilled, She had come to love and die. With desires bound to a ghost, This kiss would be her last; Helplessly she surrendered To a better past. [Edited.]
Intoxication Moon issued an invitation: High tides and silver nights, A play of light, On warm summer sand. Palm trees dance within A skim of shadows; Twirling tomorrows Slip through the veil. I breathe & exhale Memory’s intoxication. [Edited.]
Serenade The music of us Serenades all my dreams. I wake in the echoes Of love’s waning symphony And begin chasing shadows With quicksilver wings. The melody fades When the mourning dove sings. [Edited.]
Dark Desire, Spinning out of nothing, Reveals a universe Of complexities. Each moment spent Is born to be A marvel of infinity, Until time contracts, Swallowing up the stars. The heart goes dark, As it was in the beginning. [Edited.]
The cold came softly, Snow blanketing the night; Dawn burst unwelcome and bright, Rainbows dancing on the ice. It made sense to greet the day alone, Shivering down to the bone, With only ghosts for company In this world of white. Resolute, I made some tea, Ignoring wistful winter whispers Swirling around the trees. Goodbye goodbye goodbye…
It’s a good spirits’ party, So don’t be scared; There are friendly pumpkins everywhere. Some sport glowing eyes of flame, But don’t worry, it’s just a game. The punch may have a funny taste; Just drink it up. Make haste, make haste!
Her mood’s not so buoyant When the existential dread Creeps across her fertile mind As she lay silent in her bed. She feels deep underwater And overwhelmed by the tide Of impending crash disasters She conjures up inside. Reading morning news Jeopardizes peaceful day, Replaces hope with hurt, Strips serenity away.