yaspark Poetry (33)

Remember December
Nights bite off from days
Minute by minute
Trees stretch naked branches into grey sky
Begging for sunshine
Grey streets, grey air soaked with rain
It gets quiet when snow falls
The parachutes of show flakes
Not in a hurry to touch the ground
Whirl and weave the white cover
That buries the past and smooths edges
The amber of candlelight warms the dark
Inertia of living lets us pass
Over the hump of solstice
Soon the days will be getting longer

Something besides looks
Irresistible style maybe -
The grace of self-awareness
The frames of eyelashes
Around drowning eyes
The delicate
Fragrance of fluffy hair..
Ambiguity of unspoken words
Brings music
To the quiet of the room
Sends shivers through space
Flashes back
Forgotten memories
Of how it first happened before
And pulls you
Into the spiderweb of affection
To get lost and not care
About ever getting out

Hold on there
Do not let the dark wave
Overpower you
Give in without giving up
Take a ride with it
Let it carry you
Away from the sea of troubles
Under the rain of streaming light
Shout out your pain
Dig it deep into the ground
And the flower will grow
Splash it on canvas
And mix with colors
Pour it on paper
It may turn into a poem

I got stung
By the bug of self expression
Woke up
In the middle of the night
Thirsty for words
The broth of sparkling booze
Was gushing
Out of the wound
I tasted it and got drunk
Kept spiraling
Instead of walking a straight line
Lost my words in the noise
Realized that I had to
Take things silli-ously
And went grazing
In the pastures of pleasure

Balancing at the edge -
Is it possible to expose
The true, gentle, vulnerable yourself
And not get hurt?
Repeatedly burned
By being too close to the fire
Of love and friendships,
I kept coming back for more.
Playing safe
Was never an option.
The broken heart mends itself.
Stabbing wounds and scars
Turn into wrinkles as time passes.
No regrets,
The magic spark of connection
Is worth the trouble

I pulled myself
From the dark abyss
Of my morning dreams
My brain my restless CPU
Has scrambled bits and pieces
Of my thoughts
Into the colourful
Collection of randomness
I tried to remember it
But the shadows of my dreams
Whispered unspoken words
And fled from me again
Giggling impolitely

The brush did not say a word
Not sure how I remembered
To let it out
From the abandoned prison
Of the desk drawer.
"Do not forget the water colors"
A voice whispered softly
And off we went
I was not fast enough to catch
The shifting outlines of the objects
And nail them flat on paper
Until the brush took full control
It mixed and shaped and splashed
And gently pushed me
To join the dance of colors

Why always be in a rush
To get somewhere?
Slow down and absorb
The colors, tastes and smells
Of summer
Tune in to the music
That is brewing inside
Write a song and sing it
When sun rises as birds do
Dance to the drumming
Of the rain
Catch and ride the ball
Of lightning
And watch it break
Into the fireworks
Of fireflies

Before you get your winter stuff out
And become
A layered cabbage of clothes
To keep you warm

Before the wind blows colors away
And the rain drizzles endlessly
From the heavy hats of grey clouds

Before the dark forces get to rule
And the sun
Forgets its way to our land
There is a spark of brightness

The red and orange umbrellas
Pop up on the trees
The cool air
Mixed with the smells of decay
The mist over the pond...

The last dance
And the crunch of leaves
Moaning under your feet
When you walk away alone