it was so damn obvious…

digital decoupage cwmartin 2012

she sat
carefully analyzing
her dreams
according
to
university standards
using
a dream dictionary
she kept
on the nightstand
just in case
she had
a meaningful
experience at night
she began
considering
the underlying
events
hoping
to
unify her body
mind
and spirit
through self-exploration
hoping
to unlock
the latent agents
of those dreams
maybe
arguments
with friends
lost lovers
fears
as well as
an array
of approach-avoidance
possibilities
only
to find
a half-eaten piece
of pizza
beside
the bed

my friend…

 

you sit
staring
a coffee cup
the only
warmth
you feel
memories
of unkind words
linger
the aroma
of pain
mothballed emotions
on every fiber
of your day
and still
you refuse
to air out
love’s linen
lying across
your bed
a bed
long grown cold
on one side
where
the only
voice still heard
was the promise
that was not
kept
till death
do us
part

romance novels…

Section of Rosina & Count Almaviva by F. Keller

her love
was defined
by romance novels
stacked beside the bed
shaping all her perceptions
as if some old lady in new york
knew a damn thing about real love
and so when her book inspired love wane
she’d either get a new man or buy another book 

wake up dead….

through a partially opened window
it enters in the night
like a vapor
with its fingers of doubt
touching each fiber of our being
as we lie there curled
with
our hearts pounding
veins in our neck pulsating
almost exploding
feeling smothered
by our own breath
then the tingling sets in
as our hands
defy our command
to reach out
trembling and shaking
one hand extends
to the other side of the bed
to find them
there
but to not find them there
would be to
wake up
dead

seeing off a child…

can you hear her voice now
as she whispers her thoughts
on this still night
breathing softly into the wind
words only a poet can hear
words written so long ago
that even the night has forgotten
its rhyme
lost somewhere in time
as the moon caresses the earth
with its frosty touch
as if placing a child in bed
a bed that shall hold her forever
without pain or fear
nor shall there be dreams
no moon shining brightly
just a lowered head
into the abyss

Poem inspired by http://wocview.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/mom-beats-girl-3-to-death-for-poem-failure/