Omen #WEPFF

Dead birds
Circled the base of the oak tree
Like some morbid decorated rug

Frozen
Bodies, eyes as black as onyx
Like mini-devils in disguise

Dirtied
Snow lined the opalescent horizon
Like some smeared prismatic lense

Winter
My heart’s an icicle waiting to break
Like the diamond under a hammer

Like a message from some deep dungeon

I know what awaits me
-a box in shape of the reaper

*Author’s Note: This poem was written for the #WEPFF’s April Challenge (Click on image below).

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Nature’s For Me #Poetry

Majestic peaks, all forty-six of them
Where my roots began

Buttermilk falls at my feet
Teardrops for a love lost

Skyscrapers fill my view
My heart races to get away

Sea of golden grass spread before me
Dreams, reborn and free

Lonely #Poetry #NaPoWriMo

I feel like the air balloon
Untethered

Like a bird in the tree
Unable to sing

My heart may beat
But it is empty

The sky’s unlimited
Yet there are no roads

I sit at the window
and watch

As the world
leaves me
behind

Kari

This poem is about a girl I once knew.  We were the same age when she disappeared.

 

It was a warm summer evening
The moon, bright and full
Who knew that it would be your last?

Shadows moved among the houses
Benign, all but one
Who knew the night would be so deadly?

Vanishing without a trace
No witnesses but the trees
Where could you have gone?

Rumors and hope
Your family held on so tight
Searching, always searching

Like the serpent, he crept amongst us
Writhing, hiding
How does a heart gets so cold?

Seven years, he held back
The truth buried oh so deep
How do you pick up the pieces that once was your heart?

Time may have passed, but you’re
Still close to our hearts
Rest in peace, my friend

 

Read more about her story here.

Jay #Poetry #ADK

There is a town nestled
In the valley, hugged by
Those majestic peaks of old

Where the water’s still clear,
And fierce against sun-baked bedrocks
Rolling, rolling under the creaky covered bridge

Here lies my heart
Where the ancient spruce forest
Whispers my name, whispers my name still

Where the warm breeze carries the songs
Of the bygone, filled with sighs of
Past hopes and dreams

There I can still hear the laughter
Of the innocence, the sweet music
Of simpler times forever gone

Here lies my heart
Where the ancient spruce forest
Whispers my name, whispers my name still

There is a place where I yearn
To return, to rest my weary soul
From the chaos and noise

Where I can finally release my
Troubles, pain to rejoin
The melody of the peaks, and fly free

Here lies my heart
Where the ancient spruce forest
Whispers my name, whispers my name still

I Feel

My eyes lift to the sky
And watched as the nightly orbs
Melted into nothingness

Just like balloons
Dreams drift up, up
‘Till I can no longer hold on

I feel
The ground sucking me in
With nowhere to go
But down, down to the
Endless abyss

It still feels like
Yesterday when I sat next to you
Watching, waiting

For the blipping sound to go quiet
And with the silence
Came the depthless void

I feel
Your arms around me lessening
The warmth of your hands growing cold
I’m alone oh I’m alone

Though these eyes may not see
I know you’re there, shining down on me
For as the rain washes away my tears,
The clouds will fade, fade away

I feel
Your touches in the breeze
caressing , comforting
No, I’m not alone, never alone

How Is It That A Song Can Sound So Poetic?

Since it’s National Poetry Writing Month and that I’m from a family that’s musically inclined, I’ve wondered how interesting it was that songs, in general, can sound so poetic (and why on earth do people believe that poems can’t be sung?).

Both have a beat (rhythm) as you sing (or say) the words. Both have verses which tend to have some sort of a rhyming scheme. Both have the power to evoke emotions and images. On the other hand, the lines of a song tend to be much shorter than most poems; and frankly, a lot catchier (easier to remember).

So, yeah, there are few similarities between a song and a poem, but when you really get down to the nitty-gritty, they are two separate entities that may “sound” and at times “appear” like one another, but they’re not.

With being hearing impaired, it’s more difficult to compare these two side by side just by listening; however, when I go to write a poem, and then a song, that’s when those differences become much more apparent to me.

Here’s a little fun. Read the lines below and decide if this is a song or a poem:

You say you’ll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest

Gone

Gone is the generation
Of those who came from scraps
And gave us their all

Gone are the dreams
Dashed by the approaching
Darkness like some smothering veil

Should I give in and give up?
Should I just toss the towel
And let it all go?

Gone are the ancient evergreens
Security blanket against the world
With them, my soul

Gone is the innocence
I once knew when life
Was an open, sunny road

Should I let the past win?
Should I just toss the towel
And let it all go?

We all have to face the
Twilight there’s no
Running from what awaits

How many sunsets
Before it’s our last?

Gone, soon we’ll all be gone

Do I just toss the towel
And let it all go?

Or shall I live for
The sunrises, however few
I might have left?

Many things, people
May be gone, but
I’m still here

No, I think
The towel I’ll keep
And give it one more try

Find Me

*Note: This poem is still a work in progress

 

In a world with
So many bodies,
How is it possible
To feel so alone?

How can a heart
Finds its soulmate
In an ocean so vast
And a depth with no end?

Find me, Find me

Not a night passes by
When I look up to the stars
And wonder if you’re
Doing the same, somewhere

Find me, find me
I’m here, waiting for you

 

Empty

There’s a black hole
in my heart
once filled by you

No tears left
to shed
senses, dulled

Why, why
did
you go?

I’m
lost