synesthetic

our bridge is a colour I cannot pronounce
(not has, but is)
a shape, a melody
I long to hear out loud

but I am tongue-tied

not inevitably deaf by heart
but none the wiser for composing
a passage for this tune
while the map I thought we walked,
just falls apart

and we sing
oh how we sing
notebooks full of thread
where we knit our synesthetic jackets
in anonymity
and get to choose
where ever that is at

but then,

at every single cornerstone
I confoundingly realise, again
we're apparently hanging on
to both sides
of the same
transitional end

disentangle

how flat we lie
all tumbled down
wasted lines
from crown to grown

mischief
turning chaste
since war(ning) zone

grey colour times
fading from waiting
to hide

I quietly portray

this tune!
is what we need
won't you come down
and play

Undoubtedly

it feels like a shelter
but works like chain

your favourite case of preservation

keeping everything you want
and need
at bay

mark mistakes,
pre-made and detailed
best explained upfront

no need for hindsight learning
keep those possible edges blunt

always second guess decisions
anchor your gear
before you untie

refutabilities never fade
a one word grip
you keep at hand
not on-the-fly

but this is mission undeniable
a face in the window
you claim not to see

a bookmarked page
you decide to ignore
because the contents
seem to flee

this
is undesirable
unwritten,
too little formability

not how you declaim yourself;
way too indefinable, but

undoubtedly me

Who?

who would be in favour of
light conversation
babble on,
come on!
until dread do us part

who dares to savour the flavour
of collected mementos
stripped from every coloration
nuance this!
and taste
until finally we'd begin
to share the part

who?

is brave enough
to stand naked
in front of this here
holistic mirror
illuminating an association
until we no longer are a part

who
are you?

brave enough
to (just) be

Ubiquitous

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I risk being outdated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

Weeping willow

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

Basket-case

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

Bound

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

Need

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

Light

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?