allergy

as the leaves unfurl their sails
and the seasons begin to flow
through the tranquil waters on gales
tinged a pollon-yellow
by the weeping of flowers
who crane toward the sun
but cannot bring him within their power
my thoughts follow the stream and run
towards you, as though you are the sea
into which everything
is inevitably drawn and must be
the end of my traveling

i think i'm allergic to you
like the pollen in the spring
i can't breath near you
without choking.

Into the deep

I visit you beneath
the willowy seaweed canopy
of your deep sea lair.
I don't understand why
you gave up the sun
for the taste of salt
on your tongue and
the mercurial fishes.
You are elusive,
like a ghost,
even as I hold you
in my arms
you abscond
on a current
into the deep.


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I just realized that I was so caught up in the news that I completely forgot to write a poem yesterday... Oops!

Hope

Last week, I looked outside

and all that I could see was snow.

Not a leaf or blade of green,

just a reflective white glow.

Hope came up overnight. 

A spot of green pigment

that changed the blank canvas

to a field of contentment.

I don't understand

how I lost faith so fast.

I must try to ensure

that this time will be the last.

Hello, change.

You roll over me like
a bulldozer without a care
for whether or not
I actually want you there.

I didn't invite you,
and your timing's not ideal.
Your visit's gone and shattered
the security I used to feel.

I watch as others
Hail you eagerly as a friend.
I greet you reluctantly,
and try to learn how to bend.

Haste

I cut the new blossom and put it in a vase.
I wanted to have it always near me.
I rushed into us like it was a race.
Perhaps it would have lasted if I'd let it be.

Planting Seeds

I planted seeds and watered them amply.
They did not sprout, but rotted in the damp earth.
I have done my best to make you love me.
Now, I accept that you will never see my worth.

The sun
must get tired of
being the center of
everything. It must long for
a change.