poetry
napowrimo
DAY 19 ~Purple Grapes
There’s a deep dark hue
to the worst of dreams.
I’ve been hanging out with the dead.
Those old ghosts are controlling my head
My heart is an open wound
Sweet grapes stuck in old glue.
Baby, I’m crushed, battered and blue
from banging myself on these boarded-up walls
with the juice pouring out on you.
Day 18 ~ Tracey Chapman is all I need today
Day 17 ~ Yes, I recall
When you were a lop eared rabbit
and I was a battered old bear
we rattled around the countryside
In an unbalanced three wheel cart.
On a whim you broke my heart.
But when my arm dropped off
and all my straw stuffing fell out
you pushed it all back in.
Only a very good friend would care enough to do that.
Day 16 ~Ob la di
Ob-la-di Ob-la-da was a happy song
Sung in a happy time
But we were tangled in blue.
La la la la life goes on.
I found a new love
but I’m still wrapped up in you.
Day 15 ~ Floppy
Poems used to come easy;
I could refine them or not as I wished.
Now I have to struggle and strain using only six lines
To squeeze out some half-born attempt
That ends as a whimpering flop.
I should really know when to stop.
Day 13 ~ Horizon in Arcadia
There’s poetry on the horizon
on a far away beautiful island
surrounded by golden light.
Peninsulas, oceans and islands
blending in shades of soft clouds
fading away out of sight.
Ocean meets air and turns with the tides
and reality hides behind dreams.
Day 11 ~ Arcadia
I am cheating a little today but I don’t feel too guilty about it because this song made me remember what I felt like when I finished writing my unpublished novel and missed the characters I left behind in Arcadia.
Day 9 ~ Shoreline and Shallows
The foghorn off the coast of Trevone
Warns of shoreline and shallows.
It’s a sound that could always lure me back home.
Night or day, its sense of loss swings round the bay
Echoing distance and sorrow.
When my life ends I will hear it again,
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.
Day 4 ~Unillusrated
Where are the angels?
where is the child
too young to understand
the darkness of this world?
I have no evidence.
The image I saw is lost.
I don’t want to find it again.
The Dreaming Path 