Showing posts with label photo poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photo poem. Show all posts

Sunday, May 1, 2011

going going gone

going going gone
i tell you
i feel it
in my body
in my bones
the ravages of time
capsuled in flesh
held together
by skin

going going gone
i tell you
i feel it
the will fading
the life spirited
away day by day
moment to moment
leaving for now
the soul

going going gone
i tell you
i feel it
stories emerging
of  a life coming
to a hurried end
stories be told
and heard

going going gone
i tell you
i feel it
shadows converging
as i breathe the breath
that animates me
telling me still
I live

Going going gone
I tell you
I feel it
drowsy surrender
peaceful sleep welcome
embrace me now
lulling my thoughts
i leave

going going gone
I tell you
i feel it.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

what i don't see won't hurt me

what i don't see
won't hurt me

what you don't see
you don't think about
my smiling face
my polite words
my courage
my silliness
my anger
resentment
fear
doubt
anxiety
you expect
you know


what you don't see
you don't think about
the silent tears
the swallowed pain
the dazed confusion
paralysing fear
deafening scream
maddening silence
suffocating loneliness
empty bravado
consumes me
inside
and out

what you don't see
you don't think about
what i don't see
won't hurt me
what i don't see
won't hurt me

that i believe
i must
what i don't see
won't hurt me

there was once a girl lying there...

there was once
a girl lying there
waiting, hoping, longing
wishes unheard
hopes unuttered
dreams unfulfilled
waiting, hoping, longing
for release
free
unbound

the empty bed
now waiting, hoping, longing
for a girl lying there
wishes unheard
hopes unuttered
dreams unfulfilled
there was once a girl
lying there.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

the dinosaur has opened his eyes

the dinosaur has opened his eyes
heavy lids pried open
eyes wide
startled
ingesting
digesting
incorporating
reinventing
images
thoughts
perspectives
scripts
visions

the dinosaur has opened his eyes
heavy lids pried open
eyes wide
open

Sunday, November 15, 2009

i say good bye to you

i say goodbye to you
because i love you
you are such a treasure
a gem
that glows so bright
every time

I say goodbye to you
because i am grateful
you bring me
comfort
smiles to my weary days
often and again

i say goodbye to you
because I remember you
in my stormy ocean
a buoy
you kept me afloat
without fail

i say goodbye to you
because it's the last thing
I can say
goodbye
heavy on my lips
heavier unsaid

i say goodbye to you
because i release you
of the responsibilities
yourself
you shoulder
me

thank you
thank you very much
you lived your life
for me
now leave
for you

i say goodbye to you
because i love you

it used to be years ahead

it used to be years ahead
now i am counting days
minutes
moments

it used to be years ahead
how quickly they passed
heartbeats
breaths

it used to be years ahead
i know where they went
joyous
fulfilled

not enough
not nearly enough
more
much much more

it used to be years ahead
not anymore
the future is now
use it
say it
do it

it used to be years ahead
now i am counting days
minutes
moments

Thursday, November 12, 2009

what's on your mind

what's on your mind
you cast your eyes
far ahead
into the horizon
lost in your thoughts
are you thinking of me
of the times we shared
together
are you thinking of me
of the times we spent
apart
are you thinking of me
the reality of time
passing quickly by
my time
counting down
slowing down
winding down
are you thinking of me
making up
time
now

i think not of the past
i am in the present
of each wave
that crashes on the shore
of each breeze
that brushes past my face
of each stroke
of your hand comforting me
of each moment
that i share with you
here and now
of each breath
that i take
of each sight
that i see
of each heartbeat
that i feel
alive
loved

what's on your mind
you cast your eyes
far ahead
into the horizon

we were here once

we were here once
many years ago
do you remember
you didn't wait
you didn't think
your heart fearless
your spirit free
we are here now
today, this morning
remember
this moment
you run from the waves
you hesitate
fear in your eyes
your spirit dampened
i am beside you
as i was beside you
those many years ago
holding you gently
telling you
not be afraid
as I'm telling you now
don't be afraid
I'm here
holding you still

we were here once
many years ago
do you remember
I do
I will

maybe tomorrow

maybe tomorrow
i won't be here
for now
just let me be
this spot i lay
tomorrow
may be empty
just a ray of light
through the window grill
nothing more
one thing less
I am here now
just let me be
maybe tomorrow
I won't be here

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

a lone flower


a lone flower
embracing the sunlight
basking in its warmth

a lone flower
a burst of pink
deep and bright

a lone flower
not afraid
to be
alone

hangin by a thread

hanging by a thread
waiting for time

a bud
a full bloom
then done
i fall off

I fear not
I have had
my time
my glory
proud and beautiful
my prime
peaked and admired

I regret not
not a minute
cut short
robbed
unfulfilled

to have had
this time
my moment
to share
to contribute
a life
to participate

to have had
this time
to enjoy
while it lasts
as i breathe my last
as i sense my time
approaching
its end

I live
hence I do not mind
this time of waiting
for release
to be free
of the threads
to life

hanging by a thread
waiting for time

thanks for sharing

it's a bit crowded in here
or you're a little too close
but here we are
side by side
next to each other
we might as well
grow
together
and enjoy the sunshine
that falls on this plot of ours

you could want more space
i could sway to the left
or right
you could push me off
dominate me
take over this soil
i stand on
but you didn't
you took comfort
in my presence
you took joy
in my company
you offered me
a place to lean on

side by side
next to each other
we are all we have
for each other
here
in our tiny plot
of soil
to plant our tiny roots
not in the least concern
that
it's a bit crowded in here

Sunday, October 25, 2009

poem to my mother

from you i learn
what it is to love
wholly
completely
unconditionally
the way you love
me, us, and even
the outsider in need

from you i learn to accept
children
as they are
for you believe
the baggage they carry
they got it from the adults
and you take them in
faults, problems and all

from you I learn to believe
that even when the worst days hit me
the good days will balance up
the pain, the tears
with joys and smiles

from you i learn to be gentle
for life is sometimes hard enough
and a gentle touch
that shows care, concern
is much more useful
and needed

from you i learn to be humble
because there is no place
for pride that hurt
and ego that attack
and that i am no less a person
for the humility that i display

from you i learn to be proud
for there is no shame in poverty
that i can still hold my head up high
and reach for the stars
and dream the impossible dream

from you i learn to be responsible
that duty is sometimes not a choice
and that having taken up that responsibility
i see it through
no matter what the price
because you took responsibility for me
i never had to suffer the irresponsibility of others

from you I learn to live
as rightly as i strive to give
of myself
to want but not deprive others
to share but not give up all i have
to contribute because this life
is not just about me
but about life and living
all these and more
from you
i learn

Saturday, October 10, 2009

the door is not yet closed

the door is not yet closed
is your journey complete
questions
many questions
haunt me
taunt me
for answers
I don't have
scenes play out
over and over
again and again
what was
what could have been
what ifs
guilt
anger
repeat
as if
in repetition
my broken dreams
my shattered heart
restored

i'm torn
shredded
desperate
to silence
the screaming heart
to fill that bottomless void
searching
looking
wondering
is your journey complete
my door is not yet closed.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

present imperfect


i live not in the past
in the present
i thrive
to laugh with the wind
to bend in the rain
to smile at the sun
to dance with the moon
i mind not
the tear
in the fabric
of my soul
i fear not
the wound
that pierces
i welcome
the assault
for only
in the face
of such a trespass
I surpass
myself
standing tall
pride intact
present
imperfect
i accept
i live not in the past
in the present
i thrive

i pause but not quite still

I pause
but not quite still
a fluttering
belies my peace
is it you
my dark self
so near
that i
sense
a truth
i not dare yet lay claim
a denial
i not dare yet admit
to the light of day
my passionate self
i lay bare
trembling
awaiting

I pause
but not quite still

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

let me walk

let me walk
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet

let me stand
alone
on tables and chairs
so that i see
the difference
from where i stand

let me smell
what's cooking
in the kitchen
so that i am
no stranger
to what i eat

let me touch
the thorny rose
so that i learn
the pain
of my act

let me taste
what scrunches
up my face
so that i grow up
not
on MacD's
alone

in my young life
let me learn
not to be afraid
of things
unfamiliar
unknown
instead
let me learn
how
i need be afraid
on
my own

let me walk
barefoot
in the grass
so that i would
not
be afraid
of what's beneath my feet

i stumble


i stumble
i fall
but i will
pick myself up
again

i cry
i wail
but i will
stop when i am
done

i run
i bleed
but i will
dust off the dirt
and run
again

i play
i fight
but we will
sooner than you think
be friends
again

don't stop me
stumbling
falling
crying
wailing
running
bleeding
fighting
playing

cos i'm a child
i will play
i must play
with one another
with each other

i stumble
i fall
but i will
pick myself up
again

If I tell you


if i tell you
i am angry
at you
for force feeding me
will you listen to me

if i tell you
i am not happy
at being
left alone with the tv
will you listen to me

if i tell you
i am scared
of the uncle
down the street
will you listen to me

if i tell you
i am in love
with the girl next door
will you listen to me

will you listen to me
an angry child
an unhappy child
a scared child
a child in love
and believe

if i tell you
when i tell you
will you listen to me

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

how much more fun

how much more fun
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want
the thrills
the adrenalin rush
the exhilarating
wheezing
screams
screeching
up and down
round and round
upside down
over and over
zipping through
the tracks
the cracks
of a life
gone
stale
the spills
a love lost
unrecoverable
a trust shattered
splintered
vows unfulfilled
emptied
promises forgotten
elapsed
dreams washed out
faded
tangled in life's
many broken strings
knotted
intertwined
inescapable
trapped
how much more fun
can life's roller coaster ride
be
when you can get off
when you want