the way it was
Tag: Poetry
yet…
discarded lace
…something
i look into your face
there is no trace
of recognition
in your eyes
and i don’t know
what gets me worse,
that you don’t know me
or how cliche
that first stanza sounds
getting right down to
the meat of the matter
we are living our lives
full of parting shots
and one-offs
no conversations had,
words left dangling,
left wondering,
as if a complete exchange
would signify,
i don’t know…
something
glb /// “…something”
a wedding song (non-traditional)
like honey dripped from a cherry
to your tongue you bring a
sweetness to the world that I
have never tasted before
you twist and turn with every
drip of lust wrenched from
your lips as you spin like a
dervish in celebration and
anticipation of our nuptials
come here to me and let
me lift the veil, we know
better than the flowing
pearlescent frock you wear,
which we will enforce
as soon as I can get you alone
for now we’ll tow the
traditional line, if I can keep
myself away, on this altar,
vows said, you have kissed
me to attention and I am
prepared to march on
that alabaster keep
glb /// “a wedding song (non-traditional)”
losing you again
a conversation of sorts
i shake my head
with great fury
trying to get
your voice
out of it
no use,
so i raise my chin
and prepare
for whatever
is to come next
i cannot see any
action for all the
faith i have in you
but i still believe
we will come to a point
where what we say
is what we mean
and that will be
a tragedy
when we realize
how little there is
to say
when we finally
arrive at it
glb /// “a conversation of sorts”
originally published 07/27/2014
trying is tiring
trying is tiring,
hoping my broken
mind can reach out
and pull the rest of me
out of this comfortable bed
to brick up
every unfortunate thing
i can remember
taking place in my life
if i cannot see it
it never happened
i rue the day
that i learned
the past can’t be changed
i continue to wish
it wasn’t so,
trying is tiring
glb /// “trying is tiring”
originally published 06/16/2014
when the truth surfaces
when the truth surfaces,
we will not be able to
comprehend how long
it has been held under,
gasping and grasping for
the ability to breathe in the life
needed to spread it to every dark
corner, to billow the sails of every
fast ship, to light signal fires
on the tallest peaks, to speak
in the loudest most forceful voices,
to be heard, to be understood,
that is, after all, the only thing
it has ever wanted
glb /// “when the truth surfaces”
originally published 05/02/2014
one of me
you are one of me
and i am the other one
no matter where we are
walking this great earth
no matter how near or
how far there is
a connection that
shall never be severed
for you are one of me
and i am the other
glb /// “one of me”
originally published 02/20/2019
going sideways 