Tuesday, November 03, 2009
The Day You Left
Bittersweet
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Missing Ma
You burst with beautiful energy
You laugh and you become a child
I ache for that laugh, its warmth
It reminds me how similar we are
Your fingers worn soft
Telling your motherly tales
You read me, meticulously
Every smile, every movement
To you I am transparent
My lies fall to pieces before you
My tears, hidden within bathroom walls
Some you caused, and some others
From when I was a seed inside you
You could feel my heart beat
Even today, you sense every single
One of my sorrows
I get so angry at you sometimes
And you at me, we fight
But when I lie down to sleep
All I can think of is that I let you down
Tonight, in this cold hostel room
I miss you, your touch, your hug
Your words that curl around me
Like a well-worn sweater
I regret sleeping late into the morning
Instead of being around you
I take you for granted
And now I hate myself for it
I would have said all this to you
Cuddled up next to you
Over and over how much I love you
But we never do that. We argue. We hug.
I am falling to pieces without you here
Tonight I just want your presence
I look at your photograph
It isn’t enough. I miss you.
Poetry
when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands
when you feel the essence of the poet from within
when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm
when images reel as you read
when pen and paper create a symphony
then, it is poetry