Dawn7z Poetry (18)

from a fellow or fellowess
poet
and a bit of a know it
all
It's Sunday
and I need
a good deed from you
Please go to the polls
and criticize
or extole
Harry Potter's
Hermione Granger
Dont be a stranger
I don't want to flunk my paper

Underestimate me
It’s okay
Go ahead
make my day
You never bothered to
Look within
The outer me didn’t fit in
I was too goofy to be
Bright or so you thought
I was too clumsy to
Have any grace
Too trailer trash
To have any class lol
My car is old
My clothes
Second hand
No money in the bank
No wedding band
Outer appearances are all you saw
Not the glint in my eyes
That belied my heart
Please now from me
Take your shallow soul
And depart

The tapestry of my life
consists of various threads
each silken, cotton or rough hewn floss
touched by Your loving hands

The strands ever changing palette
in the fabric of time
The scarlet thread
is You Lord
evident over time

I tried to snip you out
and succeeded for a time
but the Master Weaver
will not let
His work be unraveled
by a mere human hand

Thank you that my tapestry
is not left unfinished
that last Summer
didn't leave
my life over and undone
with many ragged edges

The random threads spun in and out
are those lives who have intersected with mine
May they not be unfinished works either
but recognize
You in the design

it's been three years
yet the emptiness
and longing goes on
you have moved on
i am stuck
my heart mired in
sadness
so strong sometimes
it overwhelms me
i am happy for you
you found your dragonfly girl
your complement in a
female form
it was only a few months
of hanging out
and i set you free
you were not to be
with me
but sometimes after a restless night
with dreams and longings i don't want
it hurts like hell
memories of you
please leave me in peace
it's time for my life
to go on

Look at me plain jane with no makeup on
messy hair
You wonder does she even own a comb
sweat pants plain as a pauper
and overweight to boot
always a little lost looking
don't be deceived there are
always thoughts coursing through this head
hesitant speech ordinary ordinary woman
You perceive me to be so much less than I am

dirty greasy hair stinky sweating beer drenched clothes
over trenchcoat in the middle of the summer
bag of cans over my shoulder
collecting for a meal
and a bit of escape from my life
where there is no shelter
and not much rest
you look through me
are you afraid this will happen to you?
I have been this way since I was a teen.
My name is Jason and I am so
much more than you think of me

My bones once strong are frail now
I have real fear of falling
as it might be the last of me
Sometimes the arthiritis
pains me so much
I don't leave my house
Stooped over twisted
white thinning hair
I will not look you in the eye
Will not see how you don't see me
now that the bloom has left the rose
You will be here too one day
Don't write me off yet I still have
some spark
I am courage having survived life for so long
I am so much more than you think I am
wisdom for you listen and open your heart

forty years young
not old enough to be locked
in this biological prison
my open eyes
and full hair belie
my condition

see me look at me
i am still in here
somewhere
trying to tell
you who i am

my mother visits me now
twice a week
otherwise i lie
still soul shuttered to the
world

the docs and nurses never seeing
that i was a wizard in the kitchen
i was lovely and active
and ambitious
yet now all they see
is a vegetable hooked to
their machines
waiting for them to run
out of patience and
pull the plug

i was lisa
hit by someone using their car
as a lethal weapon
two years ago
flung up in the air
in the balmy spring night

see me i am still in here
my mother believes
and reads to me
holding onto hope
for a sign from
me
even if it takes years

does loves lightening bolt strike
across the crowded chat room of the net
one still photo
create a thousand
parumpumpums wildly fluttering
breathe come fast
stomach queasy
flushed rosy face
a picture can say a thousand words
does her doe eyes
magical smile
his square jaw
and pearly whites
hint to you the secret depths of their
hearts
the pleasures offered by
lithesome bodies
does the very symmetry
hint of estacy
a life full of happiness
when you meet
maybe but then again
maybe its spam lol

sitting day after day
time ticking away
rather slowly
boredom
blues creep in
as a cat burglar silently
trying to rob my most prized possession
lifejoy

this body fragile yet strong
healing on its own timeline
not mine
no work children to
keep my focus off me
yet

hope and a realization
that there is beauty
in the ordinary
strong cup of tea and scone days
crosswordjigsaw hours
lights reflecting from christmas trees
snuggling up in my blanky lol (hey it rhymes)
carols and hot chocolate rudolph and
st nick

fluffy fleecy sweaters
frost nose
wool coats
good books doors to adventure
so normal
boring
uneventful
but its okay
i will take these days
they are lovely to me

the bloom fades off the rose
dew is entrapped in icicles
green carpet of spring mutes to dull graybrown
fragile flowers die off around
petals littering the ground
helping resurrect the soil in spring

my love for you knows
no such seasons
although my heart is frozen
unused uncherished
when you left

the hope of spring remains
buried deep dormant winterland
of emotion
far under the natures seasonal concrete
of broken hopes
i had
you would reciprocate
that affection

hope is a seedling
of faith
to love again
its desire to feel eros
will unchain my heart
set the captive free

saw a man wizened gray hairs askew
skinny clothes leather jacket and skin
carrying his most prized possession
a carton of cigarettes
sometimes life is reduced to the basics

see a woman in the mirror
middleaged child face
circles sunken like
unwanted cargo under her eyes
clutching her chocolate bar
along with her cane
down to the basics in the
midst of depression

what are you grasping onto tonight
a shot of tequila
coke and rum
hoping for that fuzzy happy warmth
to make it all numb

maybe some pain pills you've been on them for years
a romance novel that never ends in tears
maybe you lift your hands and give it all to god
or shop till you drop to
stay out of
an empty house

we all or most have our something to make it all right
to fight back the pain in life
get from darkness to light
something to comfort something to warm
something to draw hope from

Silence makes itself heard in this place
turning off the cacophony of the radio
and tv
only layers of quiet and memories
piling up
The essence of who were are
is discovered in the absence of words
reflection and deflection
negating the perfection
expected in our busy lives
Shut out the world
for a bit
so I can hear my heart
Heal heart so I can go out into
the roar of people and give again
Heal so I can draw that
one to me
who has sat in their own silence.

put me in a quiet corner
with a book in my hand
with humanity moving in a stream around me
leaving behind echoes of laughter
steaming mocha drinks
teasing my nose
a rainy cool fresh breezy fall day
rich rustymustard leaves cling to
the grey side walk
a great day to observe

bring me a friend
one who understands
the need for companionable silent company
someone comfortable as
your aunt gladys straw hat
who has danced through the summer's of life
to be a bit sobered by approaching winter

this is not a place for cold observation but
a deep warmth to radiate out
in reflection
in appreciation of life around
a pause in the
hurryscurry days
reverence for life and its rhythm
knowing time is quickly
riding away