Sometimes

Sometimes it doesn’t matter…
You: at the cost of your being
Completely Selfless
You: at the mercy of betrayal
Wholeheartedly Trust
You: wander further into Joy
Stride confident with Hope
Saunter drunkenly on Love
Holding on to who u think
Will follow
Will lead
Will walk along
Will never leave without you
But sometimes all that just doesn’t matter
It doesn’t matter at all.

Petits XV

my eye twitches prophecy

quivers of fear

tiny twinging tugs of change

blinks of stress

blurs under duress

frantic uninterrupted

butterfly kisses

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slumbers whets a depressed appetite

unruly tumbles into REM

pinned down joints and heavied limbs

an unsettling buzz of pins and needles

an arrested trapping of the unwakeful mind

a sleeper imprisoned

indolently confined

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a weightless piroquette

A flightless jump

A wayward landing

A scraped lodging

A reroll ricochet of marbles

A rigmarole of vapid rapid

A protest to speed

A chastening of imprudence

An unnecessary expenditure of haste

Two Poems- A Call and Response

QueridaJ:

A response to the call in “rooted in gaps” by the amazingly sageful Soulwalker @ http://asoulswalk.wordpress.com

Originally posted on A Soul's Walk:

Here are two poems. The first inspired the second. They form the start of a sort of call and response (which is one of my absolute favourite things in poetry- because what poet hasn’t wanted to use this form of communication to actually communicate with another person…). The author of the first poem has a blog titled, “intotheindigo.” It is fantastic and QueridaJ is an amazing poet. Check out her blog to see the original poem in its original setting by clicking on the link above or on the link in the poets section on the right sidebar.

Rooted in Gaps

I push away
Wanting to be pulled
I shy away
Wanting to be sought
I turn away
Wanting to be caught

I yearn alone

I yearn alone

But I assume you know

The gaps they fill with silence
And wayward thoughts,
they cloud
The reality that you have made

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Rooted in gaps

I push away
Wanting to be pulled
I shy away
Wanting to be sought
I turn away
Wanting to be caught

I yearn alone

I yearn alone

But I assume you know

The gaps they fill with silence
And wayward thoughts,
they cloud
The reality that you have made

I am grateful but selfish
wanted but needy
Loved but insecure

I realize….but will I reach?

Let it

I feel tricked.
I feel used.

I saw the pretenses fade.
I saw the act tiring.
I saw the gestures become absent.
I saw the eyes glass over.
I saw the disinterest grow.
I heard the words simply said
Because it was too much trouble
Not to say them at all…
Yet their edged weariness told me so.

I feel fooled
But no one fooled me….more than me.

I think
I’m just going to let this eat me alive.

What goes unsaid

I can hear myself

Convincing you

Convincing me

My earnestness strains

To be heard

To be accepted

To quiet my mind of doubts

To quiet your tongue of questions

I repeat myself

Tasting the words

Chewing them over

Letting them spill forth

Emphatically

Letting the pauses

Speak of surety

Letting my gestures spell out confidence

Waiting out your nods

Searching your smiles

For satisfaction or smirks

Weighing all the segues

And praying for a tangent

A providential interjection