Poem: Unspoken Lines #2

Poem: Unspoken Lines #2

A Haiku // The One about Self-Blame

“Did you love me when

Your heart still had its color?

Did I ruin you?”

j.p

Poem: Cotton Candy

I’ll dream of you

In navy blue

Like you wore on that late spring night

When the festival light

Of fireworks bright

Was reflected back by your wide eyes.

I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it

Amid the neon boom

That pounded in my ears.

It was the same night that I knew I loved you,

Cotton candy caught in my curls

Like the woven thread

Of my fingers intertwined with yours,

When I stood close enough to you

That I thought I could hear

The navy blue neon boom

Of your heartbeat matching mine.

j.p

Poem: Unspoken Lines #1

A Haiku // The One about a Promise

“I’ll come back again

As soon as the sun rises,

If you’ll wait till then”

j.p

Poem: Beauty

I saw a half-drawn image of a girl,

One whom I nearly mistook for myself,

Before I realized how much smoother the lines were

That were painted on her face,

How few eraser marks I could discern on the page.

Her skin too vibrant,

Her eyes too bright,

How could I mistake her silky hair for mine?

I saw a half-drawn image of a girl,

Who bore no likeness to myself,

Before I realized how alike we were

In the first moment that I saw her,

When I saw my half-drawn self

Reflected in her eyes,

When her half-drawn eyes

Reflected her half-drawn self back into mine.

j.p

Poem: About Balloons

He asked me to write him a poem about balloons.

I said, “What about them?

Their defiance of gravity?

Their vibrant colors against the dullness of the sky?”

His reply:

“If you could, write about me as a balloon.

I know that it’s impossible,

But I dream that I can fly.”

I gazed into his eyes,

Which, in turn, met mine.

I said, “You believe that you can’t

Because you haven’t dared to try.”

He asked me to write him a poem about balloons.

I said, “Why about them, when I can write about you?

You, whose laugh conjures cotton candy among clouds,

Your heart the gleaming sun that brightens up my life.”

j.p

Poem: Drifting

Sometimes I sit alone

And watch the ever-changing sky.

I see the clouds in shapes of you

As they go slowly drifting by.

j.p