All this time
I’ve been caught in a stupor.
How could I forget
Memories we made together?
So many reminders
All this time,
Wherever I go
Still reflected in my heart.
You should know
Since you placed them there,
All this time
Carefully tended with your love.
When you call my name
It all comes flooding back.
I thought I was over you
All this time.
Each word
stripped the layers
like clothes
fallen…
to the floor
they just lay there-
carelessly strewn
silence did the rest…
I’ve hidden special trinkets for you
Along the journey we’ve travelled
Just you and I
I’ve retraced my footsteps
Always finding you behind
When it was just- you and I
We walked upon mountain peaks
Basked in the glow of an ocean sun
Together- just you and I
In a world brimming with people,
Our music was the melody of nature’s sounds
A symphony playing – just for you and I
I’ve seen you come and go in confusion
As we balance our lives with illusion
Of a world – with just you and I
There’ve been times when you’ve been silent
I’ve known and understood the reason why
It was always about – just you and I
I follow the footpath again and I recall
The invitation for a dinner for two
Special requirements- for you and I
I’m hoping you’ll find all the trinkets
I’ve hidden especially for you
Down pathways-just for us two
You came looking, I watched you
Searching in my draws trying to find my truth
Attempting to find my soul which I had hidden
Tucked among my words specially reserved
You wanted to know my secret love affair
Why I smiled –clearly,it wasn’t for you
What made me laugh if not you, then who?
How could you win my heart who was he?
I had left signs and traces that confused you
For you to find, sending you into a spiral
My heart made of my butterfly wings
You failed to discover, you could not see
It had already been taken, it was always you
This is a Cleave poem. In simple terms, a Cleave poem can be read as three separate poems. The first poem is the regular typeface to be read vertically –the second poem is the part in italics and the third is the whole poem read horizontally. For more information on this form: https://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/what-is-cleave-poetry/
He tried to figure her out
but he was never good at Math
to get her full measure – neither an athlete…
Each time he thinks he’s caught her,
she’s lost him around the bend.
Still, his curiosity won’t let go.
If only she would slow down a little–
She’s a little too drunk on speed
and he’s still smoking weed–
It shows up in the words…
Words that illuminate and
eliminate clues to understanding.
How they’ll find each other
In this complex maze of mis–
understanding?
So he stands peering–
through her window, it’s late,
too late to see into her room.
She watches him standing there,
wondering why he doesn’t come in.
Then one day she hears the door–
slowly opening – At last! she sighs–
finally, his light comes streaming in.
She’s no longer in orbit, he begins,
undressing her mystery to his delight!
I love the way you feel
You look at me like a dream
A certain softness hypnotizing me
In your eyes, casting a spell
I can’t help myself night and day
When we touch you are the one
I lose control when you claim me completely
In your arms, we become one
I’m caught up in your rapture when I’m with you
This is my second experiment with a Cleave poem. In simple terms, a Cleave poem can be read as three separate poems. The first poem is the regular typeface to be read vertically –the second poem is the part in italics and the third is the whole poem read horizontally. For more information on this form: https://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/what-is-cleave-poetry/
When I leaf through
the pages of my seasons,
I revel in Autumn’s shades,
the ambers and blush,
the yellow and gold
of bliss-filled abundance.
The fragrance of life,
undertones of florals and spice,
intoxicate me into a daze
of bewildering vistas,
of places I have been
and people I have seen.
This moment I have paused
to take stock of it all
and remind myself to
be grateful. Not for
stocks and bonds : for
those I have none –
It’s in the talents I’ve been given
to turn brown leaves to gold
and stack wood for the cold,
that abundance has found me.
Hard days and nights I’ve travelled
from where I once began.
Now as cold winds blow,
fire crackles in merriment,
cheered by warm hearts
upon whose rungs I have stood.
I see the greatest gift of all
in those surrounding me.
Autumn leaves roll out new seasons.
To my readers who have followed me on this journey – Thank you! This is a journey I have enjoyed immensely, though it has been tough and gruelling in turning a poem out every day. It’s taken me to some interesting places both externally and internally and in many respects, I’ve learnt alot about myself and hopefully it’s engaged you to think about some of the topics. I have used some poetic licence in places. Those who haven’t read my challenges, they’re here whenever you find the time. My only cop-out was a topic on American politics where I substituted with my own topic.
The last challenge is to: write a poem that starts with an end and ends with a beginning.Enjoy and thank you for reading:
The tear wells had dried
as we said our final goodbye.
No more uncontrollable sobs,
no more fumbling for tissues
Just us- walking away…
How could something so
fraught feel so right?
How could something so good
hurt so bad?
Would I ever be whole again?
Months rolled by
but the chasm of pain
was a gaping wound, bleeding
more profusely everyday.
In glimpses of you, I saw the same.
Two souls torn apart,
so many reminders of each other.
We’d always known this day would come
but the reality is not what you plan.
When you called, I learnt how to act.
But time is a healer, I do believe.
We still talk as very good friends.
You were always my confessor,
always knew how to make me laugh,
even when burning in your own hell.
Memories of you still locked away,
only you hold the key.
Funny how we travel the world
only to find,that love was right here
all this time.
Hello new world, the storm has passed.
I’m planting a new rose and calling it
Nouvel Armour!
And when I see you again, I’ll say:
bonjour ma chère âme!
In honor of his musical contributions to American culture, write a poem that integrates lyrics from one or more of his songs. Alternatively, steal one his titles and write a poem.
Shower me
With your summer rain
Soak into my thirsty soul
Come closer, I will submit to your –
Purple reign
Mesmerised
by words you
dare not say –
I hear them still……
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