Lonelier than lonely, the walls cry out to I.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to reply.
Feelings bunch up to crouch inside my throat.
I want to let them loose, put them afloat.
Not upon mountain peaks or in valleys low
would my heartbreak know a dauntless echo.
Sweet cascading, scarlet dark, bold wine,
please, relieve this crimson space that is mine.
My sad flesh feels emotional winds blow,
reminding my heart of all I just let go.
Melt me away, wine – let your fragrant taste
erase all my fears and mellow me to waste.
Categories:
bunch up, anxiety, confusion, deep, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look
[based on reading tips for the floral design called
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH UP!:
A Step-by-step Guide for Budding Florists"
by Irene Cuzzaniti]
Categories:
bunch up, beauty, flower, imagery, writing,
Form: Haiku
For Steve with Love
More vague than unclear the causes cry out an alibi.
I choke on sour taste as I attempt to slide by.
Feelings bunch up, they crouch within my throat.
My tries to set them loose, just cause them to float.
I want to make it complete,
just take this life and wrap it up all nice and neat.
BUT … my scissors edge is bland
and they shake in my hand;
… my paper is worn
and the gold edges torn;
plus, my tape won’t adhere -
say … am I in the right gear?
It’s smiles I want in greed’s own count of more.
Some wants wash out in contamination's pour
of severe thunder-reared, heavily flared dank-air
ill aimed at my wants soft dreaming atop mohair.
Categories:
bunch up, confusion, emotions, endurance, longing,
Form: Rhyme
A funny thing happened on the way downstairs
Damn steps thought it funny to bunch up in pairs
Well that's how it seemed
A big gap in between
They're out to get me, it ain't funny I declare
Categories:
bunch up, allusion,
Form: Limerick