poetry

between the two of us

you are like the wind on a
mountain, your voice is supple.
it weaves through my old furniture
in the house.

my heavy pauses frustrate you.
when I plod from point-to-point
you are already riding rapids
in the rain.

I donโ€™t think it will work out
between the two of us. I sit on
my sofa like a comfortable crab
your hands dance towards the
ceiling, parting curtains
hanging paintings

your fingers stroke the pulse of
sunlight, and my
eyes are buried in a book.

 

 

PhilosopherPoet

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poetry

reflection

there’s a long road ahead
headlights vibrate news back
to me through the windows
and contours of night

there’s a raindrop kissing the glass
it feels heavy underneath
fragile eyes and folded hands

something’s gotta give
make room for the aftermath

 

PhilosopherPoet

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poetry

because (period)

there are people inside me
they branch away like
the fingers of nerve endings

they listen to the crinkle
in my words
the wrapple of wind
through my teeth
a choke of emotion
trembles like a symbol
standing on the page

please listen to
the grammar inside the street
you can show someone how
to spill words from their throat
but they will never know where
to place a period
or catch the breath of a pause

the claws of quotation marks
clothe the words we wrestle
the feelings we hoist into the clouds
a sombre symbol
alone in the story

listen to the voices
framed with ritual
ready for a storm

 

PhilosopherPoet

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poetry

teach me to whisper

for Maggie Wojtarowicz

 

teach me to whisper
and weave slow scents into
the dark

there are voices i have not heard yet
fragile echoes are scattered
in the folds of your smile

teach me to whisper
talking won’t carry
a sliver of mystery or
a simple pause before words
grow out of our mouths

there’s a voice that needs to be heard
in between
our silences
before our conscious clocks
amble and trickle out softer songs

 

PhilosopherPoet

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