Are you meant to keep things out
or in?
Do you mean to protect me
or them?
Distort the reality my eyes absorb so to
block only certain parts, geometrically
and consistently,
forcing me to change my position so to
collect the full picture, all the
information?
You are the firm stance to which I must adapt
and yet, I can do better than you
for my arms can travel through, above
and below you
and my body can travel round.
You can only keep so many things out
and protect me so long
until I no longer need you
anymore.
Tag: poem
Eyes of green
Looking at you from across the room,
yearning for your eyes to find
and connect with mine.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me.
Acknowledge that I am here and I am looking at you.
Your eyes are a swirl of greens
from sage to emerald, and olive to forest
that sweep me away to the countrysides of Kerry.
I know not where in the world I stand
when I look at you and my thoughts jumble.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me.
I have meandered into your eyes before, as
these are not new shades of green attracting my fancy.
While enchanting, I also know them to be manipulative
and perhaps that is how I have best come to know them.
How they are implanted into my memories, withholding my escape.
You too described my eyes as being beautiful,
but perhaps you saw them as easy, or temporary,
all the while knowing you would not be the one to tell me so,
for I am a ‘smart girl’, one of my traits which are admirable to you.
All I want, all I need,
is for you to see me. Notice me,
because I need to tell you that you were right. I am a smart girl.
Although I doubt you seek my affirmation for your righteousness.
I am a smart girl.
Smart enough to understand why you left.
And I want to capture your eyes of green one last time
so you can see the fire within mine.
Look for the light
Look for the light.
May it appear from places unexpected
and surprise you.
Enlighten you.
Bring hope, joy and courage.
Find the light where others see only
darkness.
Look for the light
and it will look for you.
Hours before
Two nights in a row
has my sleep been interrupted
by
cracks and rolls of thunder
and
flickers and jolts of light.
I mind not.
Looking out the window from my bed
to see the trees and houses
across the way
light up, and shake
as mine does,
I wonder if they are too, awake.
Softness fills the quiet, black intervals
as rain starts falling down.
Forces larger than any one
or group of people
are at play now.
Allow the thunder, light and rain
to fill the soul with humility
and modesty.
Welcome them
for the sun has come out in the mornings
with the dampened pavement
and droplets on grass blades
the only evidence
of what passed through mere hours before.
Does this?
Does this mean a good thing?
The nerve-wracken birds fluttering
about in my chest,
apprehensive hands fidgeting
above the keyboard,
voices of doubt singing symphonic
melodies in my ears,
my heart fibrillating to life
my deepest fears of vulnerability?
Does this mean a good thing
to feel this scared
of baring myself to you
and letting you in?
Impact
The impact of one person
on another human being
is immense
and powerful.
Often unknown of its significance
until after the moment has passed.
Why does it happen that way?
After the fact?
Perhaps it’s better that way
we feel less pressure
to think ahead,
plan out actions
and make sure we’re doing the right thing.
Etched into my skin
forever
small droplets of black and white
unveil
flowers, leaves and a broken stone
wall.
Break the wall, split the stones
apart
and let me shine
through
and welcome you
in.
Dawning Words 