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

 

unwishing

if i dont want it too much

will it become within reach?

if i don’t hope it will come true

does it not have a better chance of becoming real?

if i always look for a way to survive

then cannot i not share it with another?

if i accept that i will never be happy

then surely i can hope that my few moments not to be snatched away?

Pendulum

pendulum
            to and fro
to and fro

along with the
beats of a heart
in throes
of wandering woe

pendulum
           to and fro
to and fro

tapping along
 a life’s time that
ticks by me
before my very eyes

pendulum
            to and fro
  to and fro

stopping quite still
to only mock with
with your dullish gold face
smirking away at my
misty-headed misery

My Muse

my muse

can hardly raise her heavily burdened head

chiding herself for not inspiring something all anew

there is only so much sorrow

to darken the day with

there is only so much joy to wet and wash it away with

and though sometimes

she paints a familiar theme

an oft defining scene

i am if anything a canvas

full of depth and blankness bereft

never left wanting

never left without

a touch of her healing colours

taut

If friendships can be taut
how can pairing be elastic?
Is there only so much you take
of one another?
How is it possible to continue
until ends are met?

The littlings nettle…
The perfunctorily unsettles…

How to sustain
a resistive armour?
a resilient mettle?

One that will not harden
but softens with grace
each time a Bright
moment persists…
in shining through?