ever wondered
when smoke clears
if you will inspire
a stranger to
write a song
about you
give them
sleepless night
see you
in their dreams
feel an ache
for not
speaking
Tag: night
Romancing Neruda
Among poets I sat
Sipping some cheap Chilean wine
Eating words, and smoking clove and mint
Between the laughter and fog
I saw Neruda woo his women
“Such a canny man,” I remember thinking
Shower of rhetorics and they melted at his feet
The night as blanket they followed him
And sweet rhetoric pleasured their blossom
With the sun came invisibility
Their wet mascara ran to break his heart
“I loved you for this night, darlin’
“Don’t kiss me goodbye
“I will love you again last night”
A hungry kiss and the fog cleared
Where’s the Chilean?
I need a refill
(I love Neruda. All out of my head.)
She will be loved
She dredges her feet
mumbling
she staggers
striking the pavement
she has been crying
running from the shadows
on the wall that enters her
room at night to mount her
she is reeking of alcohol
whiffs of wind blows
it into the faces of passersby
recede from her
she had a dream of a world
with the loves of her life
and here she is jumping from bed to bed
in the arms of others’ love
My first poem of 2011. Started on a sad note. This is a story of a woman I met few years ago.
Inspiration
It was a year
of pain
tears
betrayal
confusion
crying herself to sleep
wetting the pillow
every night
during the day
curling up on the bed
crying silently
‘I messed up’
she was giving up on herself
somehow she knew
there were good reasons
to start over
inspiration
was what she needed
to find herself
again
one bright morning
as the sun rose over the horizon
she found
an inspiration
which helped her
find at least a part of her
and made her ponder
there were more important things in life
she created a whole new world
to live in
2007/8??