When my poetry is read I’ve been told that it can get confusing. With that in mind and with a will and effort to make the poems more approachable I’ve decided to start an explanation of a few pieces that have already been written. The complexity of the poetry isn’t what should draw a potential reader at first and if read properly the word play and the true intricacy will only play a role for those who are willing to look at them a little deeper. Usually what stands out in all my poems is my complete lack of regard for punctuation and also in that vein, grammar. It’s not to say that grammar doesn’t play a role in my writing but the purposeful omission should be a clue as to how I write. With that in mind I’ve started out with two of the simpler poems where the meaning … Continue reading
Month: January 2012
100 Day Story: Day 4
She had finally given in
And dialed his number yesterday
Midday
Hoping the digits were the same
Hoping that he would remember her name
But there was no answer
She knew he was at work
But she figured he must be on break
One call she had told herself
That’s all it would take
She used it up
No answer
Thinking that maybe she had avoided
A mistake
But even a day later
When the sun was going down
And she found herself home alone
High-jinx could ensue
As she pressed the green button
And heard the tone
Calling once was a slippery slope
That made it easier to call again
Besides she had changed her number
And left no message
That’s not what you do
When you call a friend
If it was she might as well
Avoid him then
So the sudden surge of guilt
Was easily stepped … Continue reading
Picture This
Looking out the window frame
And the scene was picturesque
Some would picture text
While others picture sex
You know either overly descriptive
Or simply too simplistic
But picture this
Dark brown hair with full kissable lips
Small waste and full – er hips
Laying on the beach
Eyes closed to me picturing this
I smile as that crosses my mind
Maybe she knows and my smile
Comes with the thought maybe
That’s how peaceful gets
As a hand reaches up
Unties and releases sunbathing breasts
The wind blows salty air
It drifts
She inhales taking a deeper breath
Hands putting pressure on her stomach
Not her chest
And her hair moved subtly
It’s as if the strands
Were being teased by fingertips
Then she slips
Back to rest out of what
Might have been instant bliss
I observe the deep breathing
With the rise and fall of her chest… Continue reading
Two Types of Genius
… 100 Day Story: Day 3
He
The other
Was sitting down
On the first day of the work week
Eating lunch
Contemplating a past
That he thought was his future
Even with his mistakes
He was sure it would last
She was for him the mate
He had grown since they last spoke
But was it for him too late
The lunch didn’t have any taste
The way she had handled it
The ending
He felt didn’t have a place
In how they were meant to communicate
But months after
All he had was a mirror
His face
Staring with a blank expression
There couldn’t have been an emptier space
He thought of apologising
But he had heard she moved on
And words should never be a waste
Although the ending had hurt his pride
The rift wasn’t one sided
He knew his role
In this play
His lines
His fault
Now she had found … Continue reading