Poem #164

What we had was so carefree like a Sunday
morning, so natural as the summer breeze,
so sudden as the smell of sea salt in the air
The only problem was that I wasn’t me.

You took away my breath and worries in
a single heartbeat and I let go of everything
because it was easy, for once something was easy.

We were opposites that weren’t supposed to attract.
Too much dark of a different kind can’t create light.
When I was with you people could finally see
what I didn’t want and who I never could be.

It doesn’t hurt anymore that you didn’t really love me
because the person I was with you wasn’t me, wasn’t even real.

A Reverse Poem 2.0

I hate the girl of my college.
You’ll never hear me say that
If you feel like I’m good enough
You’d be right
I used to be happy with her
To watch you
Was the greatest thing
I refuse to ignore it
But I know it’s a hope.
I feel bad for her
No longer can I say that
But,
I’m still fighting for it.

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For Mother

i will sit here and not reason
i promise to stay put and not shift
i won’t touch any of your things
i won’t trigger all your dispositions
i won’t pierce your quiet with any of my sounds
i won’t disturb the universe you worked so hard to dispose
i will sit quietly looking down
i will patiently wait for the orange moon
the silver sun
the violet stars
to flux together
i will work very hard to absorb your symbols
i will never cross your lines
i will be good and imperceptible in your pounding darkness
i will answer when you cry

mb was born and raised in urban Los Angeles and is a Gen X’er who chronicles and scrawls about the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment. These offerings were inspired by the mental health crisis in the city. mb personally battles depression and anxiety, but utilizes writing and art to self-regulate. mb works in social services in the hopes of supporting others who endure the same.

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Poem #162

All that you thought you wanted turned
out to be the exact opposite but you got
so used to not listening to your heart that you
are scared to let go
of the misery called “This is what I should do”
And what do you want to do? What do you desire?
Can you even still feel the beating in your chest?

Spring Shall Overcome

Bare of snow and ice we were
In the winter’s dwindling days
And we marked upon the calendar
The season’s changing phase

Eager things poked up their heads
To test the springtime air
Some colour in the flowerbeds
To grace a fairy’s hair

But the sun, it paled, as iron dull
And windy came the cold
And liveliness was in a lull
In the garden’s chilly mold

Bereft of cheery focuses
We sat within the grey
The cruelty of coaxed crocuses
The frost had done away

Diamond rain upon us now
It froze to every tree
Power wires were weighted down
In the darkness we would be

The wind at last abated fast
But the dullness and the cold
Recalled our bones to winters past
And jeered at summer’s gold

Once more there came upon our door
A storm of last betrayal
‘Twas April’s cruelest paramour
‘Twould upon our hearts prevail

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Today, a brightness lit my room
Awaking me from slumber
Gone were clouds of sullen gloom
And there were birds without a number

The layer cake of ice and snow
That covered all the land
Was giving way, as water flowed
Down drains choked up with sand

The sadness of the icicle
As it lost its winter weight
‘Twas dripping on the bicycle
Forgotten by the gate

And me, I felt a little thrill
And the windows I would open
And though there’s still a little chill
The winter’s spell is broken.

Hello, I am Lee Dunn. Working stiff (retired).  Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. I write some eclectic poetry, prose, personal stories, and fiction. Have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press. I blog on WordPress at https://secret-lifeof.com/

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In a moon’s dimmed light

She can act and not live a lie
After all the times- he pretended
And left her heart without a good bye
As if she was a dark cloud, passing by

Now she’s been broken
Inside and out, in all the wrong ways
By believing someone foolish
Whenever they spoke loving lies
Someone who didn’t feel her love
Or see the truth in her eyes
So when she holds you close
And you feel her heart beat- alive
Don’t take it to hard when she cold
But- she’s being lonely with you
And I can help but wish I was you- today

If only, I wore your pretty face
If only, my eyes sported your colors
She’d look at me, deeply in my eyes
And like her, I could pretend a bit better
Every time she held my body closer
That maybe, just maybe- some day
She’d stop acting, when she touches me
And stop feeling lonely…in my arms

Poet of the Light © 2019

 

My moniker is Poet of the Light. I’m an average man living in America with experiences in love, life, dreams and loss.  Poetry in its own unique way like a lover, has taught me to let my heartfelt whispers go free and find their own home.  Some of those whispers are now slowing being released on my page @ poetofthelight.com

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