Just the title.
Hey everybody! Been a minute since I posted anything, but I’ve got a short one for you today. Without further ado, please enjoy…
My dearest Claire,
Your incessant rubbing
and shedding
on the bathroom floor
simply must come to an end.
It is with great displeasure
that I announce
the official closing of the door.
Now, I have to go to the store.
Love always,
Sam
My mind is adrift upon a raft I’ve sewn from cheap thread and old leather, one that buoys atop the bilge-water I forever fear that I will sink into. Maybe everything looks the wrong color when the window you’re looking through is dirtied so heavily. Without further ado…
Like streaks of paint
sliding down the inside face
of one little window pane,
my thoughts take on
the consistency of these oils
that stick to canvas
but not to glass.
Smeared as they are,
these ideas that live and breathe,
growing and changing
into beautiful things
and horrible things
through which the world can be seen.
Peering out,
through the reds,
through the greens,
and the cyans,
one might have trouble seeing
those things that shade
in hues galore.
Perhaps one day
I’ll see the world
clearly
and unobstructed,
no longer undone
by the lines upon
this window pane.
Good afternoon, everyone! I have been so incredibly busy that I have hardly had the time to write though it is with a glad heart that I would present to you a new piece written by, and you may have guessed it, yours truly. While I hope that you enjoy it, I do hope that you don’t relate too strongly to the images it paints in your head. That would break my little old heart. Without further ado…
The plight of the firstborn son,
that one,
the only one,
his hazel eyes.
Reflections,
refractions,
green and gold and amber…
Nothing quite like him,
you know?
I look into his eyes,
my eyes,
seeing someone I never recognize;
someone I never fully realize.
His eyes, they change in the light.
If only it were,
that you could tell
what he’s supposed to be.
What is he supposed to be?
All alone
inside his head
through stained glass
I peek and peer.
What is this man?
A boy who sits upon a pew?
A man who lies when you already knew?
No pattern,
I don’t recognize…
There’s nothing all around.
Good afternoon, everybody! Today officially marks the full one-year anniversary of my first post on poemsbysam.com. I don’t have anything in particular planned for today, but I have a short and sweet poem that I wrote a while ago I think you might like. Without further ado, please enjoy.
Shining there upon a far flung beach,
two suns and three moons
that illuminate
twinkling gemstones under an emerald sky,
reflections of those things that lie above.
She looks up at those stars,
those heavenly bodies,
and waits for one to return.
The only one.
Perhaps they’d sit under green skies
upon that red-tinged grass
and look out at the spear-whales
flying overhead
and great striders
crossing those shallow,
green seas.
Maybe they’ll have croissants.
Lordy, Lordy, have I been busy. Very tired, very busy. More to do today and more to do tomorrow. I have a piece that I hope will bring you the peace you need to continue marching on. Without further ado…
Sunlight sprays and sparkles
as if it crests the wave
you see down there upon that beach.
The seas come down,
the tides recede,
and leaves are heard in trees behind.
The wind,
it blows,
and finds your every crease
and crevice.
Like the sun,
it illuminates
those hidden things
beneath your beautiful wings.
Harder days
have come and gone,
but end the day,
it’s you who’s won.
In times will be,
oh, the things you will see.
Certainly,
In times that will be.
Poems by Sam