Murky Clarity

Sixth Sense

Whisper
I am list'ning
Your heart thrums against me
Your language is the language of
My soul

Listen
I am with you
My fingers on your skin
As I learn new things about you
My heart

Behold
Can you see me?
Even with your eyes closed
When I'm a thousand miles away
From you

Perceive
That's all I ask
My soul is tethered here
Even though not alive, I am
With you

 

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I read about structured poetry--not a rhyming one. I don't know the first rule of poetry, to be honest. Strike that; I don't know any rule. At all.

I came across a form of poetry, the cinquain, while reading The Writer magazine. It consists of 5 lines (cinc is 'five' in French), and has several patterns:

1. 1 word, 2 words, 3 words, 4 words, 1 word.
2. 2 syllables, 4 syllables, 6 syllables, 8 syllables, 2 syllable.
3. 1 noun, 2 adjectives, 3 -ing words, 1 phrase, 1 word related to the noun in the first line.

I've been having fun with haiku on Twitter, even though mine do not have the depth of a proper haiku. I think, because I grew up reading Fantasy, my thought patterns are more literal. I do not have the finesse of abstract imagery that comes with literary books and poetry.

Oh well.

If

If only I was a patch of cloud
My shadow will bring respite
from the glare that burns your back
My tears will bring nourishment
to help you grow, to help you prosper.

If only I was the grassy field
Where you can rest for a while
in the still of the day
Where you can catch a glimpse of you dream
out of the corner of your eyes.

If only I was the open road
That you choose to travel upon
down the unknown where your future is
That you choose to stroll unhindered
up the vista of memories, old and new.

If only I was the world
If only I was your world
If only, as you were mine.

Resurrection

 

Should you build me back
from these broken bones
grant me wings
that I may fly away,
away from here,
from all that is familiar.

Should you assemble me
as you gather these scattered parts
leave out my heart
or, if you must,
give me a heart of diamond
so it will never break, never shatter.

Should you paint a picture of me
as you sculpt my features
a new face I plead you give me
so I may roam unrecognized
by the people who loved me
by those whom I will love for all eternity.

Should you pull my soul back
from this land of forgotten dreams
one thing I pray remains the same
let my have my memories,
painful they may be,
for without them

I am no longer me.

Fly away, my peregrine falcon

 

Away, my peregrine falcon
Fly away
You whose nest
is rooted
               in my heart
                              so deep
You who are a part of me
the very best

 

Away, my peregrine falcon
Fly away
To wherever
the wind takes you
To a place where I can
no longer
                              see you
               hear you
feel you

 

Away, my peregrine falcon
Fly away
May your wings never tire
May your flight be true
May you find
               what you are
                              looking for

 

Away, my peregrine falcon
Fly away
I shall mourn your
                              absence
I shall cry an ocean’s worth
                              I shall carry you
               in my memory
for
eternity

 

Away, my peregrine falcon
Fly away
If you ever come this way
If you ever need a place
                              to rest
               to nurture
to belong
Know that
you will always
find a home
in
               my
                              heart.

It's all right not to be all right

It's all right
not to be fine
to drown in sorrow
without a lifeline.
Grieve, mourn, be sad
you are entitled to them
as much as you are
to joy and triumph

 

It's all right
to make a fool of yourself
laugh at your own silliness
be the joke where you're the star.
But never, not even once
let others take advantage
and make you a fool.

 

It's all right
to be lost within your mind
or far away from it, for that matter.
After all
aren't we all
a little lost sometimes?

 

It's all right
to hold on
to memories when they're all
that you have left.
Let go
only when you're ready
even then, let them be
your strength

 

It's all right
to feel small and insignificant
So long as you know
that you are loved
that you matter
just love yourself.

 

It's all right
Not to be
all right.

Left with left, right with right

 

They walked side by side

His steps slowing

To match hers

Her steps quickening

To match his

But they didn't realize

Their feet moved together

Left with left

Right with right.

 

Hands brushed against each other

Front, back, front, back

He took her hand in his

Held her tight

She missed a step

but did not pull away

Her heart raced

Her feet, too

Before long

Left with left

Right with right.

 

Then he stopped.

Then he turned.

Then he looked at her,

his eyes silent, smiling.

She looked at him

And saw the universe.

Her universe.

The world, the moon, the sun, the stars.

Everything.

 

Then he kissed her.

Lips against trembling lips

Breath mixing with warm breath

But it was not just her first kiss he stole.

It was her heart, her soul, her universe.

Everything.