Impatiently waiting for the rest of you to find the rest of me
Sometimes I start to talk and trip
over my words and return for another attempt
but they slip away and I just laugh
it’s nothing important anyway
next time I’ll find them, the words
I’ll say what I mean and mean exactly what I say
and they’ll hear me and understand
no, the same thing happens again
I start to tell them what’s on my mind
but I lose a word and stumble
my heart stammers and I panic
picking up any words I can to fill the silence
never finding the ones I meant to say
if I could just step aboard a tiny sailboat
surrender to the tide and the winds
wander over the oceans in purposeful quiet
the water has no need for conversation
the waves hold no judgement of lost words
this is where I take my mind
when words fail me and fall about the ground
far beyond the land where there is peace
where the waves crash like cats purring
giving me the strength to turn back
for the land might be treacherous
and the people there unforgiving
but it is home, far from this sail boat
and one day the words will find me there.
Don’t blink or you’ll miss
pink paws speeding by
purring when she pauses
melting hearts with her eyes
sweet little darling
running round and round
a blur of manic black and white
the kitten wheel is turning!
Our own crazy bundle of cuteness.
If souls take lovers, yours is mine.
One line poetry. Is that cheating? Well I think it’s beautiful. Can I say that about something I wrote? Meh, who cares. I’m a genius. Sometimes.
My brother, how I love him
to the moon, and all the clichés
I wasn’t the best at sharing
but we played the greatest games,
witches and wizards, castles galore
the quests we set for each other
with mum as the ogre, unaware
tiny hands reached into the cupboards,
before tiptoeing back up the stairs
our chocolate box was full to the brim
never a day would go by without my best friend
the warrior, my brother, that’s him,
play fighting, quietly eating our prize
time did not stop for our kingdom our pride
the princess and her jester grew up
and the witch had to put her imagination aside,
and so the boy played on, for a while without her
then life tripped us up without warning
we grasped on for our minds through their pain
as our new lives arose, a new kingdom was dawning,
angry faces and crying eyes overcame
for the boy and the girl, there was no more playing
though they fought, valiant and brave
there was no doubt our minds were paying,
without my brother as my guide
I stumbled and lost my way for a while
through my shattered kingdom I fell
the strength of the girl we once knew was revived,
she picked me up and turned me around
the boy, my brother will always be my best friend
and although our games are now at rest
we talk and we laugh, our world has no end,
you pick me up with your words like magic
no matter where we are or what we do
how you know just what to say, it must be our hearts
and for that, my brother, I love you.
So, you might be asking, what on earth has ‘buff’ got to do with this girl’s brother? Well… see for yourself.
Girl meets girl, meets boy meets everyone,
boy meets boy, meets you meets me.
Who we are doesn’t matter to anyone but everyone,
closed eyes dark souls, they can’t see.
Girl meets you, meets me meets anyone,
kiss my cheek, they grasp for my hand.
They look backwards, away from anyone,
lonely you lonely we, walk the beaches toes in sand.
Boy meets girl, meets anyone meets everyone,
my heart touches yours, we radiate above.
They find us, confusion, anger, then acceptance,
our happiness transcends their fears, they see our love is love.
Yeah I’m not a huge fan of this style, but it’s all about getting the cogs into motion and all of this daily prompt stuff is helping with the bigger writing picture I have outside of the blog. Maybe one day I’ll learn how to actually write poetry. Knowing me, probably not.