between thought and truth

turning rhymes into prose, old thoughts and dreams
deconstructed and rebuilt, to please the only ear that
can stand to hear them after all this time alone

untangling stanzas and couplets while rearranging
shelves full of notebooks, elbow deep in words about
love and lust and betrayal, epiphanies wink out when
compared with the truth

roping it all in with a lasso made of twine, there is no
way to corral the hopes in this pen, galloping off
with ideas that were not quite concrete, leaving behind
hand prints that set too fast

longing to get feelings into a form that means something
to someone in some part of the world, traveling the thin
line between appreciation and disparagement, flicking the
pages over the horizon, blurring with the lines in the ledger

stars on the water show the way home, darkness slides slowly
across the tablet, leaving creation to touch and feel,
concepts bloom, pushing perceptions through the
barrier between thought and truth

glb /// “between thought and truth”
originally published 08/04/2019

those words

when you take the time
when you get to slow down
when you open up
when you go back and read
those words
the turn of phrase
the combinations
that capture the magic
the longing for the stars
the sensation brought by
the sparks when we touch
when those words come alive…

glb /// “those words”
originally published 09/02/2019


all the words
i have in me
to tell the world
about you

to string together
in brilliant crescendoes
the symphony
of us

light falling
through mist
colors running
on your upturned
what a masterpiece
you are to me

flying into
infinite night
as enduring
as we are

infinite dreams
built on
abiding love
and you will have only
scratched the surface
of everything
we can be

glb /// “imagine”
originally published 12/20/2017


you know how I love words
how I love to pick them up,
look them in the syllables
and scrunch them in between
two others to create a crazy
collection of amaziing alliteration.
but there is more to it than that.
I want to accumulate the perfect
gathering of lines and stanzas and
couplets so I could create the
ultimate poem for you. if I could
do that every day, for as many
days I have left, I would always
have a smile on my face and I
would be content to pass on
like that.

glb /// “words”
originally published 08/28/2018

my words…

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my words in the air
hang for all to see
a slight breeze
makes me stutter
a strong gust
renders me mute

sometimes my words come
out garbled, incoherent,
I get embarrassed
and I shutdown without a
thought about anything else
you are beside me
fingers laced, too tight
OK, I can only stare at you,
concentration is impossible,
the many things I want to
say to you have turned to mush
I need you to speak for me

until I can use my words again

I need you to tell yourself
how much you mean to me,
things you already know or else
you would not be here with me
glb /// “my words series”
originally published winter 2013-2014