Broken Umbrella
What use are we
against the flood,
against the very rise
of blood
what use are we
against the sludge,
against these tides
that judge
what use are we?
This question,
should be use
enough.
March 29, 2010 - Poem about Situations
March 16, 2010 - Poem about Love
Beacon.
Oh you,
are the dance
I never learn
the chance
I always yearn.
You are, the grace
I never earn,
the trance
to which I turn,
and now, a starry, glowing urn
and I am flame within,
awaiting your
return.
March 5, 2010 - Poem about Saying hello, Love
The one I see
So hard to introduce myself,
start a conversation about simple things
learn the ways that people join hearts
touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other,
and all I want, is to gaze into the blue million miles of your eyes,
that’s when good souls know the grace of each other
but I’m fearful of feeling - like a cold spark,
reeling in the stars toward the gravity of you.
And will you even see me?
Mouthing all these, these tiny, silly words
too soon, too much, too late, no doubt -
and blood is rushing these good intentions,
into a world that is spinning,
and everything is blurring into one.
Hello, are you that one?