Poem #8 of 31 - Frenemy

Frenemy

Friend, or enemy
By some strange twist of fate
Both
So I stay close

When an enemy
Is also a friend, to me
I keep him close
And watch

Poem #7 of 31 - Untitled

Untitled

This morning, I dreamt of us
Writing love letters to the universe on the dark side of the moon
When night becomes day
They will be hidden to all but the most reflective of souls

Singing to the birds when the Sun rose
Once dawn was done
Them singing back, in tune
Melodies twisting around one another
Bending. Blending. Forming hymns
Notes balancing delicately on our lips
The rhythms of our hearts, and spirits
An orchestra of one

We floated up
And became clouds
Forming and reforming
Blowing in the breeze,
Passengers on the jetstream
We drizzled when we touched
Evaporating together once we met
As dew on early blooming irises, we materialize
Anew
The warm earth beneath our feet...

I arise.
Wrote you this letter
Try to capture the splendor
My mind showed me
When it reached across the void to you
In my slumber.

"Dream with me
Create symphonies with me
Evaporate, and rain, as one
Take shape together
Let us walk, my love."

Poem #6 of 31 - Gone

Gone

"Good Night!"
That's the last thing I heard as the door slammed
And life became one bulb dimmer
You see,
Sometimes its not until the light goes out,
You realize how fast darkness is.

The space between day and dusk,
Dusk and darkness,
Is only a few words long.
Spoken out of anger or hurt or some other sort of pain
The speed at which things can change can be surprising.

That door slammed and I realized
That a piece of me was walking down that hallway
I heard the heels on the stairs - and another door closed
Placing a period on this chapter.

Poem #5 of 31 - Frenemy

Frenemy

Friend, or enemy
By some strange twist of fate
Both
So I stay close

When an enemy
Is also a friend, to me
I keep him close
And watch

Poem #4 of 31 - We Are Not Alone (Pt. 0)

I would like to workshop this one & its succeeding parts at some point. I dont' know when though. Enjoy...

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We Are Not Alone

The lilies are still in the vase
Though they are dry now
The vase is still on the nightstand, surrounded by empty condom wrappers & beer bottles
The orange candle, once majestic & proud, still stands - barely
Melted into a roundish, mishappen shadow of its former self
Everything is still here. Just as you left it. Last night.

This morning, I awoke from an uneasy sleep
To the incessant beeping of the alarm.
The gossamer threads of your scent still hung heavy in the air, the way spiderwebs do
Strung between the solid objects of the room, and in the corners.

I arose from the bed, to check myself in the mirror
I found the tears were still painted on my face
Threatening to become tattoos -
A permanent reminder that we are not alone.

There is a strong brew in the air
Did you take the time to start the coffee before you left?
The faint odor of butter placed in an overheated pan.
My how it must have smoked & browned when the dairy touched that hot cast iron
These are memories; nothing more


(to be continued...)

Poem #3 of 31 - Leaves

I'm on an effing roll!!

Leaves

Sitting under a maple tree in Prospect Park, I daydreamed a poem

It was beautiful, overflowing
With imagery like
Waters gentle caressing piers in the twilight
Full of simile, like
Leaves falling at the speed of sound,
Heavy as heaven
And metaphors -
This poem is me

I am under a tree
In a park
Dreaming
And writing

Poem #2 of 31 - A Haiku

Here's another:

I bear the truth, like /
Trees bear fruit each spring season /
When ripened, it falls

Stef's 31/31 - Bonus Track (lol)

I wrote this a while ago, but its one of my faves:

untitled...

everytime i say your name
i hurt a little bit less
I take back pieces of me

i vascillate now
between love and hate
fear and loathing
pain and
redemption

my heart has eight pieces
i left your house
with seven

that one you can keep
its your's
but I still have to put the rest back
somehow

what I have now
is not what i had before

I have realized
it is at the time
when i am the most broken
that I am best able
to repair
myself

Stef's 31/31

Sooooo... I've decided that I'm going to do a 30/30 (30 poems in 30 days) challenge for myself. And, of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't take the rules and bend them to my liking. So here I present the 1st of my 31 (yes, 31) poems. Enjoy! (or don't whatever, lol) Hopefully by day 15 or so, they'll actually be good poems.

Not Always, But...

Its not always about what I want
Sometimes its about the reality of the situation
Being honest about where I stand ... Or don't

Its not always about me, and my desires
Can't touch when I want
Where I want
All the time

What I want, isn't always the most important piece of the puzzle
My wishes are not always the cornerstone in the bridge between then & soon
Time stands still for me, rarely
Most times it keeps going
Flowing from the mountains of possibility,
To the sea of absolute reality

It aint really about me
My thoughts of romantic home cooked meals
Long evenings spent watching the tug boats pass in the twilight
Longer days spent glancing up, guessing the age of the Sun
Not really

It isn't always about what I want
What I want is your hand
In my hand
Walking through the pages of this story
Leaving ink-stained footprints,
Jumping together in pools of anecdotes,
Dodging the drizzle of shared memories...

But sometimes it is
Bring your boots & umbrella
We have a story to tell