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Saturday, December 3, 2011

Moving Day

When my soul is hushed
When my heart is still
When my eyes are closed
I can bring back
all things that go
  And they’re mine again
And they’re here again
But a glimpse is just a glimpse
And time is never a friend
Soon enough the windows fog
And then the past gets wiped away

Sometimes all I see
Are memories waving back at me
So I spend time spending time
and nothing gets saved
It's all burnt holes in an empty pocket


No point in holding on
No point in holding anything
The days blink to nights
 life becomes desert sand
and the clock ticks off the wind
It’s all too fast
 for my tired feet
My heart can’t ever keep up
 with its own beat

I have nowhere to rest,
 no place to stay
It’s always moving day


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Clarity

This post is for this week's GBE2 topic: Clarity

A drop of love
And just like that
My heart has vision
Soul to soul contact
I accepted like charity
now the world is wide open
And I see it all with clarity
All these years I looked
But it wasn’t until my eyes closed tired
That seeing felt so new
And I was glad
 when they opened up to you

My rage
 has become distant
Since I’ve moved closer to love
Your hand scribbled poetry on my page
suddenly my heart no longer
 knows how to act its age
I’m looking at the sky
Like it has never been so blue
I’m seeing a cloud
Like a pillow that comforts two
I was searching for hope
when I tripped over you
and it has never
 felt so good to fall

When heaven doesn’t answer
I’ll sit quiet and wait for your call

~Trish

Saturday, October 8, 2011

Stained Hands

I can not touch a poem
And not have it smeared on my heart
Like a leaky pen stains the hands
 embracing its power
And like the poor one, thin and
yearning for a cure to all he craves--
in the dark alleys, his ways lost,
paying each price
a temporary relief would cost.
relief from the cracks
 that left his life broken
and not just his back

This
 if nothing else
perhaps not a permanent cure
but a little glimmer of an
unknown distant star to lure…
night away from darkness.

There’s just something about
How it all comes together
That makes me hope
All lives would do the same
Replacing cocooned curses
With butterflied verses
Making sense to my senses
And lifting me alive
How a heart and a little ink
Can make a soul thrive
and become
 infinitely free
I can not touch a poem
Without it touching me.

~Trish

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Distant Eyes

Deceived by what resembled love
As it snuck into your world
to steal an open kiss
And left as you crawled away
Silent and rhythmless
You called it
 a blessing in disguise
To hide the resentment
 in your distant eyes
and gave a far away smile
as you stood on
your deserted isle
and said it would be okay
as many times as it took
until you believed it
Though the repetition
couldn’t seem to make it true
your heart in search of a rainbow
but a gray world has no hue

As heaven cleansed the earth,
on a tree’s leafless, fallen limb
 you sat, contemplating your worth
beneath the open sky, exposed
 and hoped that it would cleanse you too
all the while wishing for the power
 to bring all the hopeful somedays back to you
Maybe they’re in the distant mountains
which hold the faint echoes of laughter
that once upon a time were so loud
Maybe they’re in the
guts of all of those so proud
and the teasing sunsets each night
The cliff would reach to kiss
Or are they in the lost loves
That I promise I don’t miss?

~Trish


Thursday, September 29, 2011

It Lives For you

It’s like the feel of a first love’s hand
On a last night together
If tears came unsalted
Would life be unsweetened?
Would roses bloom on cheeks in spring?

Perfection
Forever
Certainty
Who seeks such things and why?
Not I…


A human heart
A human soul
So much more there to see and feel
So much to discover
So much to never understand

Smooth surfaces can cause a slip
But I prefer to leap and freefall
Then bounce back for more
I can die feeling rich
Because I was born so poor.

Adventure
Complexity
Pain
Who twirls through them all like an August storm then stops to dance?
 Yes, I…

When the world is rough around the edges
Full of untamed meadows
and hidden stones your naked feet can’t bear
Find the wild orchards of silent wishes
Waiting to be breathed true

Love
Loss
Fear overcome
Exploding shields
That’s what I’ve lived through

And that is life
It lives for you.

~Trish






Saturday, September 10, 2011

Poetry To The Lost Poet

I’ve left the light on for you

When love has forgotten to love
When strength laughs, heartlessly mocking
all attempts to pick it up
when closed doors won’t respond to knocking
When clouds of uncertainty
Hide all trails leading the way into a star filled sky
When you’re too numb to hope
 no ability to laugh at the fact you can’t cry

I'll leave the light on for you

When “whatever”
Becomes the only word your voice can muster
When the “if onlys” and the “can’ts”
In your mind, blend into a murky cluster
When ghosts seem more alive
than you’ve felt in years
when you can’t turn away
from yesterday’s glares

I’ll leave the light on for you

When inside everything is no more
And all ways lead to more lost
When spring catches cold
From the leftover winter frost
When all things
You thought you always knew
Suddenly
All become utterly untrue

Turn to my pages
I’ve left the light on for you
As I’ve done for you each night
Come sit and write beneath my light

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

My Words...


Like a thirst
quenched by
a potion
intoxicating smiling eyes
that sometimes drop a tear

Do you really like them?
Do you really get them?
Or have you plucked out a few pretty words
Flowing syllables,
 like a sparkly dress on a rack
And said “I think this would look good on a Saturday night, with my hair down…”
Some would think…”well, hey, that’s kinda cool”
But no
It’s not
Look away
 that would be fine by me
or
Feel them like your heart is your only sense of touch
See them like your soul is your only sense of sight
And then carry it all with you
So it wakes you in the deepest part of night
Because what’s inside
What I’ve smeared on this screen
Is pretty
Is ugly
Is a hot fucking cold mess of everything I’ve known
With colors and shades
more permanent than markers could ever scar a page
It’s a recipe of a disastrous life
That I sometimes thank God for out loud
It’s the shadow of a nervous tree
That you can barely see
Because you were too busy
Staring at the streetlights
Creating diamonds out of rain
All across your window

This may not be the kind of rhythm
Heels could click to in a club
But if you listen
If you really listen…
Dance will have a whole new meaning
It will make you stop to chase that uncaught breath
It will knock the wind out of you
Make you fall for so long
That you’ll beg to hit the ground
Just to know and feel its end…
But you won’t really want to know.


~Trish

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I Reach For

I reach for words
Delicately floating in the air
Like dandelion wishes

I reach for you
So above me
Your lips could whisper to the stars

I reach for your heart
Intangible, like a foggy dream
Lingering vaguely through a midday nap

For one gentle instant
I close my eyes
I grasp the language and I feel you

I treasure that moment
Only briefly true
it lives during sleep

Friday, July 8, 2011

4 Stanzas of Bitterness


4 Stanzas of Bitterness

Look up at the endless
Morning sky
Can you see that cloud
Slowly passing by the sun?
I think that's where I left my happiness
When our love was strong
And I soared higher with each kiss
Somewhere it all went wrong
Like tainted snow
 days after falling
it was close to dissolving
but denial kept us stalling

Deceit knocked the wind out of me
Without warning, no chance
To brace myself for the blows
Burned by romance
I still wear the scars
But I cover them well
We got lost on our way to heaven
And somehow ended up in hell
If I could just
get back to somewhere in between
I know I'll be okay
But the end of this maze can't be seen

I felt the piercing when
Cupid flew over like a Sparrow
And if given the chance
I'd stab the bastard with his own arrow

Inside there is this emptiness
To which I'm trying desperately not to surrender
Ever since I gave you my heart, I've been
 waiting patiently by the mailbox for a return to sender
so far no luck, just junk mail, affectionate smiles
and a few winks from the postman's doting eyes
I think he might be keen on me
I can tell by the inflection of his voice when he says his hi's
He's kind of cute
 and looks nothing like you
That's good enough for me
So I guess, at least for now he will do.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Stagnant


Stagnant

Sometimes I feel like
A mere drop of the endless sea
That lays there stagnant
 in an abandoned shell
and I'll never get back the rest of me

 
a little spilled
 out on the sand
Covered beneath
 the bare foot
of a child, whose hands
will create what my salty eyes can no longer envision

Time has left me jaded
With dried up dreams
A few particles floating somewhere
These days there isn't much I can do
to silence these internal screams

So I drink a shot of something
To calm my nerves, rid regret
 a beer to chase my rapid thoughts
The little fire that remains
I use to light my cigarette

The night's sky
 has stolen the sparkles from my eyes
And I want them back
 Before they evaporate
I'll have to find a way before sunrise

August Morning


August Morning

You said hello on a late August morning
Your eyes ablaze like the summer sun
You held me tight and lifted me
When my legs would try to run

 
Offered to hold my jacket
So I could feel the early autumn breeze
After a while the bruises healed
No more hitting bottom and falling on my knees

At a time when it was thought that
There was no such thing as more
You proved me wrong
As you stood outside an open door

Sometimes I look back on days when Life
was black and white on a small tv screen
Before you painted
 a bigger picture with colors I've never seen

Every now and then
The grey still sneaks through
That is when I grow tired
And dream you will come true