Poetry

This page is my exploration into poetry. I don’t know that I would call myself a poet because it’s not the form my words usually take, and I’m not sure I’m all that good at putting a poem together. However, you know what they say about practice and perfection and all that. Let’s see if I can work on this skill.

Infinity has claimed my mind, 
Like the jumbled web of a barn spider
Spinning death in a stale corner

As sun illuminates blossoms that 
Doddle down to the 
outstretched arms of tender grass outside

Parallel roads twist and cross in a dizzying web
Which way is home? 
That place where we have overcome it all. 

It’s raining now, torrents so thick 
that the road is barely visible,
Each swipe of the wipers washing away a lifetime 

“I don’t care.” 
Unfeeling echoes from the driver's seat
Another gossamer thread wrapping like a noose 

The blinker clicks, eyes straight ahead 
Your jaw cast in that hard, distant line. 

Somehow, I’m standing on the road, 
Water drenching to my soul
As I watch the darkness 
swallow up your taillights. 

I step back, tripping on the curb, 
And I’m falling now, alongside a million other droplets 
Until my back hits the grass and 
I look up to pastel pieces of silk drifting down around me. 

Your voice rights me
You’re sitting arm-in-arm with another. 

The breeze carries your whisper to me 
On a note of truth 
“She can’t ever know.” 

I close my eyes tight, a child afraid of the dark. 

When I open them, I see myself being spun 
Into a silken tomb, another tiny death 
In this inner labyrinth 

Dead-eyed phantoms 
Murmur lies 
Into my soul 

Seducing me 
Toward that chasm 
In my chest
Where I fold into myself —

Into that dark pool of fear
Where my demons yet lurk. 

In the beginning,
there was you —

And you became 
The foundation that 
Holds all that I am. 

Storms are a given in Life 
Some are small and drizzly,
Others batter and shake 
Down to the bedrock 

But despite it all, 
You remain the container 
That keeps me from 
Crumbling. 

Yours are the eyes 
That see all of me. 

Yours are the arms 
Where safety lives. 

Yours is the body 
That has mapped mine. 

Yours is the heart 
That holds mine.

You are home.  

You are gravity 
Pulling me toward you
Like a moth 
Circles around flame 

I can't explain 
How something so tentative 
Can have such a draw

I feel there is a tether 
Between us stretched

Though perhaps
It runs only one way —
Just from me to you, 

But whatever it is
It has me hooked, 
Anchored to you –
A ship tied to a dock

A dog craving its bone 
A woman in need of you.