flower petals flutter in my chest
they flit and float
but refuse to lie still
Alone they are soft and fragile-
Together, they are a frenzy-
a malestrom whirling about with scores of razor sharp rims
wrenching the air from my lungs
and bleeding the dreams from my heart
an ode to 2020
I hope we find our wildest dreams,
whether that is realization or achievement.
May we run toward the grandest things
and leave the futile ones behind;
Take a deep breath,
step out of the shadows,
Winter came in with a snap of its fingers-
harsh winds, snowy streets, and skies full of flurries whistled through November.
Now Christmas is here
and we have nothing
This is a poem based off of this project on HitRecord: https://hitrecord.org/projects/4065979
The air is clear here.
It rustles through the trees
and lifts the puffy clouds
that spend their time
circling the sky-
no city smog
no angry horns or shouts-
just the endless horizon
and a long awaited dream.
How do you describe it?
I asked this of myself,
regarding a feeling I have no words for
The closest I can think of is absence
Not in my hands, through my eyes,
or on my mind
everything falls free
that lets everything slip out
your head and your heart are full
with memories and faces, words and hopes and dreams
but when you sit down to write
or call a friend to talk
your mouth and your fingers
Classical music wafts in the background,
a low, tinkling sound that melds with the rattle of the radiators.
The dishes are piled up, needing to be washed,
the laundry hangs from miscellaneous light fixtures as it dries,
and the crumbs from dinner are spread across the couch.
But I will sit,
and try to enjoy this cup of coffee.
Perhaps I will figure out
how to tread water in this melancholy
I will drown in it.