Hope is like a burning match
Easily lit and easily put out
Life is like our hopes
Nice to create but hard to keep
Willows cry as much as sleep
Sleeping to keep Winter’s dreams alive
Live in your dreams like Van Gogh,
Embrace the madness with understanding
Words,
That disappear with the wind
That time erases easily
Hurt more than punches
Resonate in my head this night
What am I just with words?
An empty soul
A breathless heart
A solitary errand in this lonely world
Nothing but the reflection of my thoughts
What am I just with my voice?
when I can’t get to you
when it vanishes in an echo
when I just want to scream my love
When I can’t talk about what I feel
What am I just with my dreams?
A girl with just love
A stone in the road
A hopeless girl that lost all
Looking for faith in this solitary job
Words won’t be enough to express this love
Words won’t be enough to get to you
Words won’t be enough to apologize enough
What am I going to do when I just have words?
More at http://nathynb.tumblr.com/.
reassemble
my
thought
with visions and goals
dreams and ideals
a sustainable life
something more
than this
current
societal
existence
rejuvenate
my
body
arms
splayed
outstretched
before you
your feast
my mouth
your escape
my holy altar
your salvation
regenerate
my
blood
so that it
brings me
sweet breath
open your mouth wide,
dear
allow it to flow
into your own
be a
shining white
beacon
of
hope
be all of this and more
for me, you, us
this most divine union
of souls
is meant
to change
everything
let us rejoice
and bring them all
back home
to the land
the silt
the rich green grass
emerald
the climbing vines
and meadows
the cool deep streams
and the air we breathe
oh, so pure
the ether
let us bring it all
together
again
let us set fire to the sky
awaken oceans
raging, angry
let us call thunder
alerting the Earth
to shiver and quake
like my thighs
alabaster
like your deep rich eyes
boring down upon me now
like the volcanic rumbling
of every tired human voice
let us torch ourselves
this world must be reborn
i am gasoline
and you are my match
let us awaken the angels
so their choirs are heard
in all worlds
divine
like when we first met
a hazy rendition
of tidal waves
and dolphins dancing
ecstatic
More at http://www.suemarie.info. Poem on audio at https://soundcloud.com/susan-marie/i-am-gasoline.
Time, which might have begun with
a smile and a kiss, with a, “How
was your day?”
Time, which might have been
passed sitting side by side,
talking together, laughing
together, sharing a second
smile and a kiss,
Spent, instead, in silence. No
shared looks, no shared words,
no shared laughter, certainly
no shared second smile and
kiss.
Time lost. Forgivable, but
unrecoverable,
Chipping away at possibilities hoped
for and maybe not hoped for,
Marking a growing love and marking
no love at all (perhaps simply
uncertainty).
Time fumbled, trampled, mangled,
argued over, cried over, passed
over,
Time followed by sleep and by no
sleep at all (perhaps simply
uncertainty).
It provides a function
Been around for ages
Gotten better over time
The matte finish less sticky than
ever before
Despite the chemical smell
it’s a tried and true product
From Scotland I presume
Though that could be a misnomer
Like buying it in bulk
At the big box store
48 rolls
Won’t buy it again for 10 years
Not sexy
No way
Functional to the max
That’s kinda Hot
When I was younger
It was all about sex
When I was in mid-life
It was all about sex
Now I’m approaching twilight
Dusk thereafter
It’s still about sex
But a good sandwich…
They would hardly call me rustic,
though my knuckles can bleed.
They would hardly see my strength,
though my face has stubble.
I am a mixture of father and brother,
a little mother thrown in,
the well-lit room of my growing up
and all the family warnings
lighting my way, stone by stone.
They would hardly call me rustic,
though I have been stepping all
this way, mostly blind, sometimes
scrambling, uncertain, unsure,
but in perpetual motion.
feathers ruffle in
a nest, snow broken branches
sway in a cool breeze
