That you’re reading this
Judging my height and weight
Of words
Halts my pen
Sets my heart a ragged pace
And sparks me yet again
Tag: Poetry
The Key
Secret keeper
Protector of darkness
Dancer of thieves
All open to me
Love Poem
In yesterday’s film
Granite jaw he stands
The confidence of brown eyes
With lashes storied
Now softened all
And loved and lived in
This skin has never seen an iron
Or a chain
He opens in sleep and sprawls
Comfort
And safe
With me by his side
I do not deserve his trust
Yet he snores
Dear Reader
Things have been unsettled
But not unhopeful
Nights put on their kindest faces
And fade
I myself am a tack about to come loose of the corkboard
And all my letters will fall
I myself am a magnet polarizing and plain
Circular thoughts
I myself am quite myself
Until I’m not
At the seams
The Injury
Puppy teeth
A scar in the making
I tug at the bandage
Wander far
Circular
Return home humming
Mourning
Without you, the sun darkens
Cold settles in
Home becomes hollow
I feel the weight of my heart
Without you, laughter hurts
as the world keeps turning
My breath noticeable
Folding myself into origami
Shapes
I’ll see you
In full regalia
Arms outstretched or crossed
At my performance here
Without you
We’ll embrace again
My guardian angel
While we’re apart
Daffodil
We say hush to the daffodil
Unvein our worries
Until morning comes
The daffodil awakens
While I slump forward sleeping
Half-awake
Feeling off-center
Lean into the collapse
Inevitable
Sleep begrudges me
A closed eye
A half recollected dream
The sheer force of people talking
A wind a river rushing along
I stand on the bank and consider setting in a toe
When I know he would dive in
The Infinite
Upon the earth wind’s farthest reach into space’s gravity, I wander
Resurge in birdsong
A final note of the starling
Who sang to sleep in lullabies
And all man-made things
What use is reach
When one cannot attain?
All the worlds in thy sight
And all the moons in their beds
Make up for losing that song
Dazzled
Upon the east wind he rides in
Of nebulas and natural notes
Of turbulence and chaos
I dare not meet his gaze
Not I who doubted him so fiercely
And yet there is summer calm in his eyes
As I glance up
In winter’s dreariest edge.
AbyKittiwake 