Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Wait ( Revised)

WAIT
         Or did I dream the whole thing?
                   -David Lehman

Was this really flying?
                   Towards a sky that held no wonder
                           for those who are blind to the ground below?
                                                                                                                                    Is it true?
That there is a wondrous world beyond
         fluffy condensation filled clouds, that no man has seen before?
                                                                                                      There is
                                                                                                                                    it’s glorious!
The light from the sun is everlastingly warm just as
                                      the Fire burns the oldest oak,

When your hearts been fragmented by the one you thought you loved
                                                                                                                                   scars heal.
The clouds are just as conceived almost like cotton candy in texture
         or like the Sherpa throw that laid over the couch at your pa-pa’s place.

                                                                                                                There are others here!

Not once does the sting of loneliness that is unendingly taking over your life
          Just as the plague carved a black ring in soft skin sentimental and stained the lives of many with gore and terrors;
This is almost too good to be real

                                                                                                               I don’t want to leave,

Who is that? Who is calling so casually?
                   Is that my name?
                            No one knows my name here                       

This isn’t right
The feeling of falling is that sinking feeling at the bottom of your stomach
         that makes it jump up into your throat
                   choking you with frog lips and eyes,

Wait,

                                                                                                                        This wasn’t falling

This was pulling
                   this is… this wasn’t what I wanted!
                            I don’t want to go back…
Let me go!

What are you doing? Leave me alone the darkness is something to be avoided
         The tentacles of someone else’s reality grip onto broken wings,9
                  A thief stripping you of what little you have leaving you buck naked on the
                            side of the road with no control over who sees you
                                              
Limbs are heavy from the fall and pain spreads throughout the body
         A New Light,
                  Bright and synthetic
                            [So dissimilar to the warmth that swathed around that broken body]        
                                               but blinding all the same
 no comfort at all

                   I’d take blindness over this clammy feeling in my palms,
                                                                                                                        why is it wet?

Who are you?
Who are you to thank God?
He has nothing to do with this horrible feeling
         He was not the one pulling me to Hell,
It is your fault!

Why take me from that place?
There was not a second that was wasted
         Not a single moment of pain
                   Relief was rampant through the gold lined gates
I am so tired.
They said I had been sleeping, they said.
I spoke nothing of the warmth and happiness
         My lips were seared shut I was able to feel
for the first time

The anger I was feeling at the loss of such a dream
         Was simmering in the cauldron of witch’s brew,
                   The hands that pulled the happiness from my bones
                            Don’t understand,
I was free
Not one being seemed to see that the pain that was gone has returned
Not one understood that this reality was their dream
         The ripped it from my hands
                   as emotions have been ripped from their souls,


                                                                                                                        It wasn’t real.

Let me know which version you prefer! 

Best

Regan

Monday, September 26, 2016

Impetuosity

Impetuosity

A feeling that can only be described in one word

Hands grasp each other searching for comfort with a strangled hold
            Each knuckle changing its hue so that their ghosts can cringe at the color
The heart beat’s pace quickens in the moment the wind moves across skin
Thus leaves it quivering under its cage,
Glazed blue eyes glance at the wall
            Scrutinizing as hours devour minutes and minutes consume seconds
                        Pointed fingers grasp at time and hold it hostage against the vacant white walls                                     that back their crimes.
Covered toes keep rhythm as unheard music runs through the floor
causing the blood to run faster through the tunnels towards their mother,
The mind’s eye sends love letters with flashes of light through the super highways of red and blue,
            Hoping that the messages are received
                        The lungs expand in preparation and as the jolt moves around each balloon as
It races forward towards the mouth and to make a smile form,
The love letter from the brain comes out in the form of spoken word:
Finally,

Freedom.