Short Touchable Poems
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In my heart holds a box.
Where Dreams have no limits
and hopes keep you on top.
souls are un touchable
and freedom has no cost.
The moon so close it was touchable,
framed mid the snow clad ancient trees.
written 11/21/2014
contest: Frozen in Crystalline
sponsor: Andrea
syllables 9/8
i found a field
of our favorite
color standing
so tall but not
touchable
i didn't have
a ladder but
rather an
admirer's
view
and the birds agreed
taking from seed
each and each
part of us til
bleached
left
bare
naked
crucified
on a cross
Form:
Only snows up there
in the mountains, distantly
horizon's mirage
Hypothetically
we could drive all the way there
but gas costs too much
So they just sit there
like un-touchable artwork
beyond the cities
I've gone there before
trips in California snow
a long time ago
With closed eyes I lay back naked to surroundings and noise, escape. Pencil inside
the soft grip a slide show of mind displays beauty, I see each mole, scar, shine and
blemish as though touchable live flesh. Knowing the lids of my eyes and mind as the
creator and opening my eyes will erase the art. I choose to sit in darkness.
There are things I see, but are not written.
And there are things I heard, but are not sound.
Yet I believe.
There are things I can touch, but are not touchable.
Yet I understand the round.
Yet I believe.
I see you and I know you are there.
Yet I believe.
You will come, like the light in the stars.
Yet I believe.
Yet I believe.
Deep strike..New missiles, are coming on stream.' Russia is getting serious.?
So it seems.' Deep state denizens
No bunker is now too deep, no food truly
Un-touchable..Watch what you eat.'
The co-ordinates are astounding..I don't
Think Putin ever sleeps.' Also on the
Other hand.? You have enemies inside.'
In truth my info is, you can't succsessfully
Hide.)
Living on the jagged edge,
The slippery slope of not enough,
Only touching solid ground
In the moment after midnight,
In the flicker of a nightlight,
In the shadow of a dream
Lies the ghost of a chance
For existence to be real,
Solid, touchable,
True.
The jagged edge smoothed over
The slippery slope
Gripped tight;
Hint of hope, shade of a secret
Key to the doorway
Of maybe, possibly,
More.
Snow, My First
I laughed all the way.
It was so cold.
The man said, eight below with the wind.
I don’t think I needed to hear that.
But I was mesmerized by the reality of it.
Tiny perfect flakes, fell.
First on the windshield, then you stopped the car.
We got out. My face to heaven, I knew…
What it was to see miracles, perfect miracles…
Like stars in the sky at night,
Only these,
Broad daylight… (Wow!), and touchable.
Imagine a pain
As touchable as rain?
Imagine the lies and confusion
I played with slow motion
Did'nt see it coming
until it hits me like a lightning
I can still hear your voice
As strong as thunder noise
Now,the time has come
I got nowhere to run-
Slowly I realize,every game of life
has it's prize
Today,I'm losing my sanity,
my pride, wisdom and vanity
I know I hurt you I'm sorry
but I cannot redeem my soul
I must walk away-
A lifetime passes
but she lives on, touchable now
only with mind-beams.
Walking through a cornfield together
seems like Elysium.
Imagination fills in the blanks,
her hand in mine
leads to a future memory.
That cornfield, that soft sunlight
its all smolder and smoke now,
but she is invulnerable.
She has moved to a place
just ahead of my eyes.
I see her in new yellow robes;
the dazzle of her,
waving
between the suns fading rays.
A lifetime passes
but she lives on, touchable now
only with mind-beams.
Walking through a cornfield together
seems like Elysium.
Imagination fills in the blanks,
her hand in mine
leads to a future memory.
That cornfield, that soft sunlight
it's all smolder and smoke now,
but she is invulnerable.
She has moved to a place
just ahead of my eyes.
I see her in new yellow robes
the dazzle of her,
waving
between the suns fading rays.
I remain too afraid of hurt again,
so allowing it so many times,
I can't possibly feel it any-more,
left cold, painless.... totally touchable!
I live through the past, building a wall
in which I find minimal pain, thought or fear.
To show that pain would be losing again.
adding:-
' I can only be hurt again as long as I allow it
and I won't, I simply can't. '
The regret and fear has already hit me :-
Regret for the past....
Fear for the future....
Form:
Might it be touchable?
This fancied clay between my hands
that I would twist and bend
and in a sometime moment,
manifest desire?
If, indeed its authenticity
is now confirmed in passion to create,
its own self will blend
between the fingers of my mind--
and only at its most illusive
feign default, and fail to coalesce.
I shall see it,
breathe it in my nostrils,
shape it as a mirrored act of God,
and fall upon my face in terror--
at success.
~
OPEN FORM VERSE
a poem
is
touchable
&mute
silent
as a stone
where moss grows
beautiful
as birds at dawn
singing &chirping
motionless
as the moon above
dangling in time
speaking of
tangled forests
&autumn leaves in red
&yellow drifting
a poem
is an open doorway
to step through
have a heartbeat
&soul
a poem
should just be