Bumble Bees

"I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee...
Won't my mommy be so proud of me.."

Thoughts like bumble bees are hard to catch
To bring them to my mother
Well, it'd be a feat.

To hold their buzzing bodies
Without being stung.
An impossibility.

I stumble as I fumble
with the little creature
So small and yet so much pain.

"Ouch, it stung me.
I'm squishing up a baby bumble bee
won't my mommy be so proud of me."

Wraith

In every attempt, I foolishly make
the choice to choose what is fake.
Instead of the real, timeless truth.
I flee with every intent to be a sleuth.

To suss out the unsavory details
Of what could have been denials.
My heart slows to a stutter stop
My chest, empty beneath my top.

He is a character unknown- a wraith
My heart weary from keeping faith.
While standing in the pale moonlight
He beckons me at half past midnight

To come away with him anon.

Cat Kisses

A purr in my ear at the crack of dawn.

The meowing that starts when my alarm rings.

Little feet padding on hardwood floors.

Soft fur beneath my hands.

The most amazing thing. 

A shy cat purring beside me.

Cat kisses and nose touches.

The stillness of serenity.

Cats chittering and muttering

as they go about their cat day.

A little family of cats.

Three silly creatures.

That remind me of the pleasant things.

Life isn't all bad; not when you get cat kisses.

Yes, the delight in their eyes when I come home.

Well, it is a delightful scenario. 

Reminders

There is that moment when you resign
To look into the rabbit hole.
When you question if it's worth it.

All is good you tell yourself.
I am well.
Then you tip into the hole.

Memories swirl around you
with the click of a mouse.
Cannot be undone.

Was it worth looking into the glass?
Did you find the answer.
How little do you know.

I live with scars on unmarked skin.

Ghost of Yesterday

In the maze I run and run.
Rushing after a whisp.

A darling thing, most cherished.
The tinkling of laughter.

To think I could be elsewhere-
holding a precious bundle.

That is a dream
I do not think about.

A wall of thorns too sharp to touch.
The memories of what was

drift from me like
yesterday's news.


Everything I long for-
pale shadows in the sunlight.

Be My Ghost

I am haunted by you.
In the morning I wake, searching
for something that isn't.
A memory that never was.

In the twilight
searching for you
needing your touch.
The touch of a ghost.

What's worse is I know you.
Know what you sound like
Know your worst fears
& the dreams you long for.

I know everything about you
I just don't know you.

Shakespeare, King of Love

Long ago a poet there was.
one who wrote to tell of love and tragedy.
A man praised for his wit
One who gave voice to the aching heart.

I, like he, wonder at this thing
called love.

Truly, it is a notion-
something we ponder
but never truly experience.

My words fail me as I knew they would.
As has the dynasties of towers.
They rose and fell
A time too many.

Yet still we ponder love.

Dreams

Once I wrote about being in your arms.
Then I wrote about you only being a dream.

What kind of start is that?
You are a man of dreams.

A man who doesn't exist.
That is at least, what I've written.

Hark, have the stars fallen?
Are you real or are you false?


Now, again I shall write.
To be in your arms is paradise.

The smell of your skin-
A temptation I'll gladly give in to.

Your smile, a caress upon my skin.
With laughter and joy our secret.

We could be great.
But only if you're more than dreams.

Fetching Words

They say that there is such a thing as soul mates.
Two souls destined to be together-

Those are quite fetching words.
Whispers one would love to believe.

However, it is a fable.
It has to be- just look around.

Hearts of stone
Crushed into dust.

Not one fetching thing
about the truth.

I tried to believe;
to hope in love.

These long years have
shone the truth.

Poems and Words

Trace back through the days
Find the phrases and the words
Shock at how beautiful
some of those words are.

It is as though
I am possessed by a muse.
Who writes these stories

I have no recollection of them.
I am an uninterested third party.

How strange a feeling it is.

Fly Birdy Fly

A little birdy told me-
Don't just let the world
pass you by

You must fly against the wind
Or else you'll
never know

your true strength.

Tip, tap, Tip, tap

Write little taps,
hurry little fingers
produce the words
before they flee!

Oh, how the words fly!
like birds before a storm-
How I long to capture them;
In a glass jar-

Then I'd have them at hand.
I'd pull one out when I had need;
No longer would I chase
the thoughts I oft lose.

Love Notes

I've written you before.
Told you how I need you.
Yet you never appear.
I begin to think you don't care.

My heart is not a toy.
Nor is it something to ignore.
Perhaps, the story is all wrong.
In truth, are you just a man-boy?

Farewell, to you who ignore me.
Farewell, to those who let me down.
Farewell, to the idiots who played me.
Farewell, to one and all.

I will not let you in- nor do I need you.
For that is misery I will not bear.
This note is less about you.
Love is not a gem I need or want.

Poetry Above and Below

Quick now,
Don't lag behind.
Hurry, hurry!

Or
Else
You
Will
Miss

The truth of beauty
Something we once lost.

The shadows fade
The sun shines

Except, I cannot get warm.
Where did you go?

Are you just a mystery?
A tale told to the broken?