Tag Archives: Blue

I don’t want my eyes open (poem of mine)

I don’t want my eyes open
I want the black dreams
The jittery
Reminiscence
I want the revelation
Of turning clouds
And pale skies
That drown like
Ghosts in the light.

I don’t want my eyes open,
I want peace
Like a plain sheet
And a window propped
To an outside chorus
And a mind as clear
As a blue day.

I don’t want my eyes open
To feel my stomach churn
Head burning with conversation
The friction
Of the daily grind.
I don’t want
My eyes open.

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On a Summers Day (poem of mine)

When I was waiting
For the phone to ring
I stood beside myself
And watched me
Breathing
An empty rhythm,
A faucet,
And a tap,
And a drop.

And I felt cold,
Although the sun screamed red,
And my skin curled
In the shooting blue of the day.

I waited for a call,
And I read a book,
Words revolving on the pages
And I felt sick as a child
In a teacup.

The birds span overhead,
And the grass held its breath
Beneath my back.
I exhaled the light of day,
And watched a swallow,
Turn North,
In the bluest,
Tailspin of a sky.

Adam’s song (original poem of mine)

As purely as the morning
Where the swallow dives,
And the sun’s brow rises
A melancholy charm
Under the first melody of the day
I loved you then.

When the sky spoke
In simple blues
I swam with it
Under clouded waves and arches
I was the artist
And my sculpted dreams
Lay soft,
And clean
Like linen.

I watched the spring
Tentatively pushing at the Earth.
An inescapable rust,
Was feeding on my memory
And I knew that it was only time,
Being time.
I could breathe.

The diamond spark of winter,
Unearthed my discontent.
October was never a good month for me.
Again I felt the air change,
Almost holy.
A transition,
Can be seen
In every pattern on the leaves.
As I would read your palm,
Your story waits to grow
And fall around me.