it is always in the past
what lies before us
never now or later
I risk being outdated
a flashback light
frozen in time forever
a snapshot of what once was
but isn't anymore
be careful treading
or you'll name her ubiquitous
spreading further and further
way into tomorrow
where all I can say,
in my defence, is:
it is done
see me now
captivating
and in awe
translating
to finally thaw
a frozen window
opportunities
abilities
we never see
or saw
wooden structure
hiding sight
from eyes that hide
from willow
that still draws
its own confusion
a nice description (don't you think)
not quite the basket
not nearly qualified as a case
just something silly in between
like a bag handle gone awry
carrying insides (out) around
on display
rather amazing, confusing, amusing (even)
(for those who'll find ...)
but it's not nearly a basket full
and never a certain case
just an illusion
full of if-onlys (and such)
leaving a sick-and-tired-of-skin-deep trace
wishing someone would start complaining
pushing for significance
to drop the litter
drop the craze
I still carry you around
my one lost cause
misconceived
understood, but disconnected
reeled around my heart
I pretend not to notice
like you don’t' notice, anymore
I spend my covert days
remembering, in hiding
thoughts of you no longer fed
a world of useless loss
I'm pulling at the cord that secures us
forever
but it's still bound too tight
and you are still
so close
your touch isn't velvet
it's betraying
your hands not strong
but trembling
and I am weak
uncovered and poor
when judging I can handle
every stolen breath you take
when I'm in need of air
while I'm blinded
I get to see
with eyes without colour
devoid of requite
this might
of only impression
have I ever mentioned
that I'm light-heartedly new
at this sudden adventure
of discovering my sight?
stranger things have happened
stranger than you and me
spiral thought of isolation
restricted from words
and struggling for life
forcing to be heard, to be set free
but you are only colour
not a face has yet been found
only emotion
curled into an intricate ball of fire
between you to me
and not a single word
only sound
another glance over your shoulder
come warm your unhealed heart
or does it unteach this broken start?
(you're doing it) over and over
every jump might throw the hurdle
every attempt to climb;
can make you fall, or burn, even further
but over and over (you still try)
o yes
but will you ever learn
(or is it maybe we forget)
there just is no turning back
only these unwritten white-sheet roads
stretching out before us
as sure as kindle
oh yes
look around you
...
somewhere ahead
I'll be the one
time travelling
back and forth
in and out
between there and then
and here and now
secretly making right
where we went wrong
blotting out the night blue sky
and erasing thoughts on notes
we started writing
to an unexpected song
to cut it short;
I'll be the one
reversing the necessity
to say goodbye
from where we clearly
did not belong
I'll eradicate
what turned out obvious
after breaking free
and I won't falter
to make sure
my entrance and exit
in whatever time
leave no trail or notion
that you could pick-up on
I will hold my breath, if needed
will not exhale, for a while
leave no sign or scent
or trace or torn, that you can meant
until I'm safely done and gone
I'll be the one
skipping beats
ever so often
until we're back
to where I won't be missed
I'll be the one
you'll find
stimulating your doubt
making sure you will believe
I did not ever really ...
exist
but only in your mind
Poetry Thursday – tackling the villanelle and wow was that fun or what? I really enjoyed doing doing this (and am now hoping I actually got it right).
No way!
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
that's the finer definition of being...
trapped underneath invisible skin
here we are, where uncharted territory begins
I'll sign my consent without seeing to what I'm agreeing
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
walk on through as long as you dare
feel the resonance of touching this snare
trapped underneath invisible skin
but don't be mislead in thinking this is me
you are blinded and I can't see
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
the last is a risk at the very beginning
treat this as a fight; you won't be winning
trapped underneath invisible skin
and when you rely on being yang to my yin
... you're actually spinning
no way of knowing whether you're out or in
trapped underneath invisible skin
