Racing through fields with budding hyacinths
The wind mushes my hair, stroking my nape
As cicadas hum out to me of life's grandeur,
That I pause pause as bouyant brooks ebb:
Around me the thrall of Earth Mother
Replays tales of seasons we lead...
Together we are one, listening kindly
Amid creation's songs without question
Until night's refrain gradually ends :
Here I pirouette beneath tiara of hills,
Moistened clay tickling my feet
While fragrant air peals of joy and agony
That ancient forest rocks spill a roll...
I gaze back... a rosy twinkle on my lips
Sighs...how intangible can my tangible world
Speak of nature's eternal flow and eclipses,
Awakening the little girl within.
consciousness records, memory replays ~
whilst vibrance of tranquil heart, fear allays
Escape
Do you ever just need an escape?
An escape from reality?
Your past?
Your present?
The thoughts inside your head?
The overthinking of every little thing?
Every mistake?
Every miss spoken word ?
Everything unsaid?
Every regret?
Every small thing you could’ve done better?
No matter how big or small
Each moment replays in your head,
Wondering
what could I have said different?
What could I have done different?
What could I have done better?
But you gotta escape from those thoughts
Find a way to block them out
Do anything but face them.
But it all ends the same
You just keep thinking and thinking,
Until it eats you alive ,
Then you’ll realize
You gotta face it
And eventually,
You will
No matter what I do,
He's cruel invading voice echoes in my brain.
Nearly a decade since we parted, everyday the same sentence replays.
Trapped in an endless circle that never goes away.
What started as a joke that he would say, for over a decade i heard it everyday.
Now its carved Like a permanent scar, he's voice saying your fat and ugly wherever you are
Stardom beams, ascends,
thin arms lit in show-time glare—
fame salts fragile skin.
applause hardens inside out
talent burns bright, then burns out.
Replays harken back
success narrows its focus
to reclaim heaped praise.
inspiration in tatters,
worn out by adulation
Tall poppies are cut,
brittle star loses its arms
pulls back, swells its head
drunk on self-adulation—
it's well past its use-by-date.
dark asphalt circle—
no off-ramp option to choose
stuck on nowhere's road
spinning through the roundabout
hands and arms flailing wide out
no signal blinking
hope loops through endless replays
needle stuck in groove
I can't find the exit sign
to guide me outta here, now
on and on I drive
without a destination
without a signpost
watching the fuel gauge drop
a time for us
never did find
the clock
was it too fast
or was it to slow
I don’t know
time unwinds
the mistakes
that were made
time rewinds
then replays
small things
large things
words said
words unsaid
words stuck
in the heart
dying
from lack
of light
lack of chance
too late now
the clock
has stopped
never
forever
a time for us
domesticated
thirty-something female
watches deep sea fishermen
battle with her demons
testosterone depleted husband
watches lions mating
in the Serengeti
orange fingers
stray to bite sized
edibles
child plays on a mat
with imaginary cat
a television replays
its family circle
The Space You Leave
I have grown fond of the silence you left,
Not empty,
Just echoing Grace.
It wears your scent in quiet corners,
And breathes like you
In every space.
Your laugh still lingers in the air,
A melody the dusk replays,
Soft as secrets in the dark,
Bold as light
that never stays.
I don’t speak of missing you,
Not quite.
But if I did,
It would sound like this:
A pause,
A look,
A low half-smile,
A memory...
I wouldn’t dare dismiss.
Come back,
Even if it is just to tilt the room,
With nothing more
But your perfume.
Oh the space you leave
The first day felt magical,
A feast so grand, so memorable.
Just hours beyond the golden noon,
He said I was his radiant moon.
A moon that glows, soft and pure,
For a love that seemed to endure.
But maybe I was just a toy,
In the game of his fleeting joy.
At last, the truth became clear—
The moon shifts as time draws near.
Once I was full, luminous, bright,
Now I’m new, vanished from sight.
How did I miss what lay ahead?
For love’s a fleeting word, they said.
The moon stays bound to the earth,
Yet to him, I held no worth.
My heart replays the tender names,
The joyful days, the playful games.
All of it fading, all for a time—
A fleeting script of love’s design.
Now past noon, I sit by the shore,
Watching couples as I implore.
Waving at love’s fragile disguise,
Waiting for heartbreak in their eyes.
A ceaseless exhibition that stings,
Amongst matchless marvels on world screens,
A pleuritic pain to my soft breath it brings,
Subtle slight pulses caught in baleful scenes.
A blooming rushed pseudo sketch,
Like a snap in harsh lights at a clumsy stretch,
False fury flows through spectators’ veins,
With replays, the cloud of claims still rains.
The loud, jarring noise engulfs the lone truth in flight,
The sleeping streets stir at looming blight,
An unfairly tale, in ink it seals—
An art too stubborn for truth to repeal.
Whether the clear lines finally chime,
The intense stormy atmosphere claims the rhyme,
An erosive strong wind whirls the hail falls,
But a wonderful nature it remains, bravely it rolls.
How could you do me this way?
I thought you said you liked me..
Ever since the first glance my heart felt relief
I guess I was fooled, what an imbecile
I felt it coming? Why so soon? I wasn’t enough?
WHY WONT YOU SPEAK? YOU KNOW WHO I AM..
Sigh, trapped in my mind. Everything replays.
I think about you and hope you come up to speak
My heart wants it but my mind knows
Why did you leave me.. you gave me up
Named Person you hurt my heart. You knew it was pure
You may read this very poem and know who you are
I tried my best to keep you in grasp. All in the end..
“I’m sorry” with verbal explanation would free me
As long as I see your face, everything turns to a blur
Named Person what didn’t I have that made you leave?
I tried being beautiful for you everyday. Even if I made
a mockery of myself. Ah, you don’t see that cause I’m supposed to be “happy”. fuxking foolery
My heart is scared.. you killed me boy
Even in the mist of all my feelings
I still love you , I’m sorry for myself and hate it
Named Person..
Sometimes I look at you and I want to ask you
"May I have this dance?"
Sometimes you mesmerize me
To the point where all I can do is nod and smile
Even when you ask me something
I don't dare answer
For if I said anything you would have to decipher what I meant
Take my hand
You say you're not a good dancer
But I disagree
Your dancing replays through my mind
Every movement more graceful than the last
And when the light hits you
I swear you're the epitome of the word cinematic
Shall we take the floor?
Your lead or mine?
Your hand in mine?
Shall we slow dance?
Or something more complex?
Sorry I know I can be clumsy
I'm tripping head over heels for you
When I'm with you
I find myself dancing
To a new but pleasant tune.
The Stupid Bowl is Over
Except for the analyses
the replays
the highlight reels
the interviews
the talk-shows
the editorials
the commentaries
the speculation
the what-ifs
the tributes
the obituaries
(the hangovers)...
It ain’t over ‘til next February
I turn off U.S. 30
at an exit for Ames
and see Jack Trice
Stadium expanded.
Memories stir
of football games
the jubilation and sorrow
found on the field
more than forty years ago
where campus heroes were made.
Three blocks away from campus
The Towers dormitories still
reach into the sky, my
fraternity in their shadows
is now a bed and breakfast.
Brothers there always said
the biggest lessons are
learned out of class.
I take in the sight
of the Iowa State Campus
and in my heart
live there again.
I see myself sitting behind
a coed in Psychology when I gazed
at her long, light blonde hair/
Now my mind replays our conversation
when I drove across town with her
after a Friday get-together.
The song, The Joker, played on the radio
and spoke to every desire felt in my heart.
Now I call out her name
and wonder where she’s gone.
The sun breaks through the clouds
as I pass through town for another time
such joy found as I live those times again.
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