A scoff
A scorn
A sigh
A scour
A sorry
A silence
A sound
A song
A show
A shimmer
A success
Evolving Emotions: A Songbird
Tag: poetry
The Poetry Snapshot: To The Moon
I love you to the moon and…
And what?
And back to this town?
Where I feel the gravity of their eyes on me?
Depravity of the lies I hear?
No.
Not back.
I do not want to come back.
So what if we just stayed on the moon?
Without any context,
Or caring what comes next,
Without fear of any conflict,
Or anyone feeling vexed.
Every smiling moment,
Has been shared under the moon.
In the bliss of torrential downpours and concert encores.
Deep breaths under twinkling fairy lights and dimly lit starry nights.
But on Earth the moon sets at dawn.
And uncertainties are redrawn
In bright colors for everyone to see.
On the moon,
However,
We could last forever.
Stars help make amends,
and there would be no critics.
Like a song that never ends,
We could live between the lyrics.
Into the void
One night
I dreamt of a void
When touched, dark blue ripples
ricocheted outward
pulsating on my fingertips.
Flat, alive, and just wide enough
For me to step through.
Opaque ground
Sprawled out
Blanketed
A Blue forest.
I stepped
Around ocotillos
Weaved through
Joshua Trees
And listened
To the buzzing of bees.
Forest fades
And buzzes turn into voices
Singing of freedom
From fear
Their hope
Echoing and elaborating
In variations
The cries of their loved ones
Dead
Sounds a monody.
In the void
I find myself
In a battle royale with my thoughts
Wondering
When it would be best
To emerge
Evolving Emotions: Regretful “I”
I
Question her lack of
Reciprocation. I made a
Declaration about my
Intentions and yet her dull
Reaction leaves me in my
Emotions. Is further
Action necessary? Or should I stir in my
Ambitions and keep
Caution close to the chest? For the
Duration that I remain
Fixation is all I know.
Rumination about what could have been if I had
Conviction in my speech. What could have been of this
Situation if I had told her? My only
Communication was a pitiful
“I…”.
Evolving Emotions: Overwhelming Prospects
Smothered in paper
Opening and closing
My laptop and textbook
Ubiquitous
Cups of coffee surround me
Highly caffeinated, sleep deprived students
Talk and walk quickly
Obviously overwhelmed and
Doing all they can
On the path to graduation…
***
Stumbling upon an
Open space
Magnificent newness
Unknown to me
Cautiously approaching what is
Hardly familiar
Too many places
Objects
Sights to behold
Endless
Exploration to embark on
***
Sorrowful words
Over who I could have been
Mulling over who I could be
Unbridled
Creation
Happening now
To become
Obsolete is likely
But to become
Extraordinary would be spectacular.
The Rise of the Band Geeks, Episode 12: Requiem for Marching Band Season
Ice on my tongue, crusted
Over harsh, bitter puffs of nothingness
I trusted
The months would stretch and coalesce into taffy-like time
That eternities would burn in the aftermath of summer’s speed
And all evenings would be fever dreams of drill and fundamentals and Varsity
Until the sun slid behind the lids of the multihued trees and the Fearless Leader
Summoned the teeming mass of band geeks to the center of the tower and we all
Screamed “Go, Michigan!” as a team and December was but a beam on future’s horizon
In January’s rut I cling
To the remainder of the season in my closet and the singing, screaming shrieks of victory
Storms of maize and blue and snow that flowed round human flesh
And the heat that dwindled into a freeze as the fall washed into my memory
And the bright maize lights and the blimp and the remembrance
The fusion of fall with first Notus, then Boreas,
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Entanglement of life with Heaven
They said we wouldn’t win until Hell had frozen over
Before they realized
Hell is a town in Michigan.
