Monday, October 18, 2010

Recovering from the {f}all

September came too quickly
Opening doors so swiftly
And I found myself unready
For things that fell abruptly

September went too quickly
Opening doors uncomfortably
Into October, all too soon
As though we already knew...

(once recovered from this fall)
...that it has come be the truth:
When sadness finally escapes me
A piece will remain for you.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Calling Because

I'm calling to tell you not to call
And also to ask why you didn't fall

I'm calling to say I can't hear your voice
In the early hours when I'm left with no choice
But to answer when shaken from unsound sleep
When I've waited alone in untangled sheets.

I'm calling to hear the words you won't say
While you hold out your arm to keep me away

I'm calling to tell you not to call
So that maybe someday I'll recover from the Fall. 

Monday, October 11, 2010

Rained and Fell

I ran
From the hauntings yesterday 

It rained
As though to wash away pain

I cried
When the ghost of you remained

They fell
Bright pieces of things misplaced

I heard
Words in my head with no escape

It repeated
Confusing nostalgia of what's gone away

I rained
To cry your words away

I fell
From a lonely place

I screamed
To push the pain away

And hurt
When pieces remained.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Une Fois De Plus

“Just one more time” echoes in my head

And I'll wait impatiently

Tangled in words so carefully unsaid
Unraveled and empty in a shallow bed

“This will be the last” pushes me to your door

And I’ll trip ungracefully

Into the unwished dreams you silently hope for
To hear silent screams of the things I wish for

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Unfinished Poetry

A pressing moment
Weighs on the poet
To finish her sentence
As she currently knows it

Urgency quietly calls
Through paper-made walls
In a form that makes sense
Of the daily rises and falls

If left unfinished, it never will be
For the way life unfolds so quickly.