Finesse

I reach out
Aim to connect and shape
Pass down knowledge and strengthen faith
But often words are of wisdom drought
And the effectiveness is anyone’s guess
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
Aim to sweeten and please
Show wit and kindness to those I seek
But responses are rushed, shallow, and often route
Thus my words fail to much impress
I wish my tongue had more finesse

I reach out
As the sky grows dim
Introspection recorded through word and pen
Eloquence flowing like a fount
Past blunders transformed and simply expressed
My fingers find my only finesse

 

Composed 11/11/18
Inspired by life today and the Word of the Day: Finesse. 

 

The Honest Time

As twilight slips ever closer each passing day
I rest in its familiar, intimate embrace
When feet and minds halt their rushing
And eyes relax in darkness as opposed to oscillating light
Ears are soothed by natural lullabies
Anxieties put to bed for the night
At crepuscule time it is time to just be
Yourself, one, with nature and peace
No other being to entertain or impress
Just the honest time of being and rest

Composed 9/18/18
Description: Inspired by life and today’s RagTag Daily Prompt: Crepuscule.

Myth

I cannot fathom the priviledge of your admiration
The possibility of taking for granted the attention of your eyes
To be the origin of your curling smile and enchanted laugh
Would be too much of a thrill
It’s too much of a fantasy to be true

I cannot fathom someone like you
That glorious mix of boyish charm and
Mature wit and sensibilities
Just the normal ambitions, anxieties
A comforting resting place
Where I can recharge my batteries

In a world so tainted and broken
I take pleasure in your normalcy
And though I know you’re not my destiny
I cannot fathom
The embrace of one so lovely
Meant for me

It would seem like an easy find
But your kind is scattered about the earth like pirate treasure
Long coveted and eagerly sought
Captured in stories and song
Most discovered already by worthy predecessors
Thus
I cannot fathom that anyone else like you exists
Except in myth

Composed 9/16/18
Description: Inspired by life and the RagTag Daily Prompt: Fathom.

Wasting

Composed 4/22/18
Description: Inspired by life and today’s daily prompt: partake.

My secret pleasure is
My secret shame
It is nothing in excess
A wine drunk until blind
This, the wasting of my time
Self care a masquerade for sin
The slow death that starts from within
And manifests in blackened fingers and
Dusty minds
Cobwebbed hobbies and
Missed deadlines
Useless knowledge grasped as
Loves leave in wake of addiction
And any excuse is just rationalization
Fiction

Your Presence

Composed 6/10/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s daily prompt: Tender.

Endless days of sorrow and need
Feeding into me and shattering about
My stoic heart
I can take anything
But when I step through those doors
I’m shaking
Every light lyric and tender moment
Lands like an atomic bomb that
Shatters me
I cannot quell the lump in my throat
The tears leaking from the corners of my eyes
There is no line of thought that justifies my
Intense reactions
I try to fight but
I am subdued by intangible influence that
Humbles a once confident me
And I see things differently
And yearn to be something else and more free
To take this power and carry it with me because
Close to you I’m so weak
Your power is so great and yet you love
So tenderly
Protection and comfort from you I seek
Allow me to breathe and
Help my heart bleed for others like
Yours did for me

A Deadly Stance

Composed 4/6/17
Description: Inspired by life and today’s Daily Prompt: Denial. For NaPoWriMo.

A head tilt and eye shift
At mere conversation
When prodded only circles
Spin on halfhearted investigation
Others too shy to elevate
Or deepen
Thoughts that lay buried
Under a lifetime of holding ground
Feet on earth and eyes in fog
Protect for now
But souls ache for when that stance
Will be swept away with the wind
And forced into light
Or dark

Autumn Ghosts

Composed 8/17/16
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Ghost. I have written about ghosts in various intensities many times (see some here and here), but this time it is inspired by some fears that have become particularly salient today.

as the leaves shrivel and
the breezes return the
ghosts slip through the cracks in waves and
rest on my shoulder
breathing fear onto my neck
their deep, raspy voices whisper doubts into my ear
suddenly
my body is poison
my mind a thundering electric storm
it’s all I can do to curl up hold on and
stop myself from retching all of me
I shrivel with the leaves
shiver with the breeze
but

not all ghosts are demons
with the light comes
color and some warmth
the waves of evil spirits halt and
the messengers gently descend on their beams of sunlight
and I remember
I have conquered this evil before
why else do they
feel the need to
scare me?

Carry Wisely

Composed 8/16/16
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Carry. Inspired by a timely quote from today.

One of those spurts of spontaneous wisdom
Don’t buy more than you can carry
It was, in fact, related to groceries
But carrying carries more meaning

Shall I take on your problems
Hold them close to my chest
And lift them up as best as I can
Alongside the daily stress I carry
And my thoughts and the worries
Of others, so many?

What if I drop you all over the floor?
Or bruise my own body
As I fall to the ground
And sacrifice myself as I try to manage
The world?

What good does it do you
If I buy in but can’t manage?
What good does it do me
If I buy in when it destroys me?

You cannot carry everything
So choose and
Carry wisely

One of those spurts of spontaneous wisdom
Don’t buy more than you can carry
For you might demolish something
More important than groceries

New Books

Composed 1/2/16
Description: For the Daily Prompt’s Write Here, Write Now prompt, I now write a post in present tense. Fittingly, a situation I find myself in presently.

I pick it up and turn the page
Eagerly!
The next the next!
Battles, love unwrap before me
From page to page
And scene to scene
So bittersweet
I yearn to know
But slowly now I try to go
I savor these last moments of ignorance
Such pleasure courses through me!
Such restraint I bear!
The excitement
My hands shake
It tears me apart!

Fire Eater

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Red 2 by Tosha-chan.

 

Composed 1/1/16
Description: Prompt from writeworld. Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture.

His fingers spread like growing vines
And touched her skin so pale and sweet
He felt the blood pump through her veins
Gentle thuds in steady beats

From each seam, each pore heat wafted off
An aura of delectability
It swam up each thin, arching stem
A fire forming internally

It crawled up his arms
Hung in his chest
A strangely lovely burning wheeze
He breathed hot smoke
His insides glowed
Shade hung from a grin, sharp and pleased

She fell limp and her skin felt cold
Silence within her too-still form
The spines retreated as a breath was taken
And the red hot man went strolling home