Adrift, a Dream

Not sure I want to see

Being neither moored
Nor steered.
Closing broken doors
On fears
I am
Drifting

Pools of neon lights
Made me
Cringe into delight
Scared me…
And I
Am loose

Books are piling up.
The dust,
Now, is filling up
The room –
Am I
Adrift?

Open one of them –
You’re done –
Peace and war poems
They sung
Voices
Of loss.

Sending thoughts to float
Across
Spaces far remote
I toss
And turn
Adrift
Un-lost.

Careful

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My every word feels like a pin
Stuck in and out of your skin

I know I have to be
Careful
I do not want to be
Hurtful –

But how can I prevent the hurt
If you turn all my love to dirt?

I always have to be
Tactful –
I’m just tired to be
Thoughtful –

When you fumble through my heart
Try and tear it down, and apart

How can I ever show
I am caring?
How can I still be sure
I am feeling?

If you destroy the foundations I laid
And the wreaths that I have made

To lace your life to mine, and to heal
All of the wounds that you conceal.

I really tried to be
Careful –
But it has come to be
Painful –

To resist the waves of your silence
To fight your storms of defiance

I am starting to feel
Hopeless –
But I guess you could not
Care less.

 

Read more, love more.

Read more… Love more…

There’s not enough of a lifetime to meet all the wonders the world holds –  I am glad, though, I met your gaze, for in your eyes I found beauty I hadn’t seen before…

Sometimes, I think of all the books that I could read, all the museums I could visit, all the music I could listen to and the dance shows I could attend. I never do. I never do read them – I never will know everything.

I don’t spend as much time moulding my brain into a well of knowledge as I’d like to because I don’t have time – there are chores, work, friends, ironing, cooking, my brother, and a sprinkle of procrastination, a pinch of hesitation and a dash of reluctance. But there are authors and books I want to discover, so I’ll make a list of 15 books I’d like to have read before 2016 ends. (This list has no specific order of preference)

  1. The Waves – Virginia Woolf
  2. Erections, ejaculations, exhibitions and general tales of ordinary madness – Charles Bukowski
  3. Poems – Anna Akhmatova
  4. Poésie et autres textes – Stéphane Mallarmé
  5. Hateship, Loveship – Alice Munro
  6. Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy
  7. On Beauty / White Teeth – Zadie Smith
  8. To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
  9. The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath
  10. A Passage to India – E.M Forster
  11. The Colour Purple – Alice Walker
  12. Doctor Zhivago – Pasternak
  13. The Bluest Eye / Beloved – Toni Morisson

Technically, there are 15 books on the list, and I think I’ll set myself a second goal for 2016. I’d like to read 2 poems everyday. And by reading, I mean really reading, not simply skimming through the text… and this spurs a desire in me to start a monthly series featuring two of my favourite poems of the month and my thoughts on them. What do you think? Would you be interested in sharing a little poetry time with me?