Friday, November 18, 2011

Fading Flower

When the sun was at its peak
And the clouds were all dispersed
You stole my heart just like a thief would steal an elderly woman’s purse
I gifted you my flower while my petals were in full bloom
But you overwhelmed me with power
Stopping the sun from reaching the room
My flower was happy and healthy, gently swaying in the wind
Until your fingers came along and plucked me
Instead of caressing, you made me bend
But my flower still had some dignity
I hoisted myself into the sky
Despite the arrogant seeds that you dropped in me
I still found the oxygen I need to survive
I was an innocent flower
Looking pretty and modest and such
But you smothered me with rain showers
Destroying my roots, it was just too much
Now I’m just a fading flower
Half alive but not quite dead
My petals are wilting by the hour
From the harsh words that you said
The beautiful thing about being a flower
Is that next spring I will grow again…..

Throwing Gauntlets

Spirals of recollections are spinning through my brain
I put my thoughts in different sections
But they still spell out your name
I point then you point, I object your every word
To understand it from my viewpoint, to you it seems absurd
Your voice can carry loudly, as if firecrackers are going off
My feelings are getting cloudy; the bright sunshine is getting sparse
Throwing heavy gauntlets they’re caving through my soul
Wondering…. do I really want this? New love, that’s quickly turning old?
Depression is your best friend; you understand it in many ways
Now it’s time I should step in… to pull you out your negative daze
Throwing heavy gauntlets, the kind that scrapes at your core
Wondering …do I really want this? New love, that’s letting out its roar?
I crawl across your battlefield bruised and feeling weak
Not sure how much my heart can shield or control its fragile beat
Throwing heavy gauntlets aiming at my chest, asking, do I really want this?
Maybe we should give it a rest.

Impressions Part I

His first impression lasted only a few short seconds
I rolled my eyes, prompting his switch in directions
I summoned my manners and nonchalantly apologized
Turning up my charms, somehow disarmed his disguise
He sauntered back confidently, with an erect stride
I observed him succinctly, designer shoes to sparkling eyes
His fragrance was flagrant as it percolated about
I sniffed in amazement, because his aroma was brazen
It awoken something in me that was hidden and latent
We small talked at first, just the basic chit chatting
Soon we became engrossed, his intrepidation was slacking
He walked me to my doorstep, not caring if I was married or kept
Giving me utmost respect, my apprehension abruptly left
His demeanor, Shakespearian
Not the average fish in the aquarium
I’m a dreamer, bordering delirium
He’s a fact finder, oh so contrarian
Fast forward:  now we’re lounging on the floor
Horizontally opposite, my feet facing the bedroom door
We continued commentary from the week before, then
Abruptly his back chasmed my hands volunteered to explore
As I was working on his spasm, he started to subconsciously relax
I’m sure he never fathomed his resistance would collapse
His wall left ajar, exposing remnants of his emotional scars
Could I piece together the shards? Or just let him strum his damaged guitar?
These were the impressions left after just a few brief sessions
It’s way too early to dissect the meanings or its lessons
But this short time knowing him has been a blessing