A Little Time Out Of My Day (Poetry Sidebar: Vol Six)
This one is going to have three poems that I’ve previously put up other places, but have not found their way here.
Sometimes I think of the light and the glass
How entranced I must be
By your warmth and your light
Hoping you escape my confines
And on that path out I won’t dim you
The hollow cold of your absence
I couldn’t begin to
Describe in any detail
See frail
Easily broken
Listed amidst my emotion
I know you notice
Form bends
The pressures too much
Starting to crack
And if I shatter
Know your light is worth more than what it means to me alone
But what does it mean to me
The first thing I look for when I’m getting home
You’re so electric
Truly magnetic
Look at how you radiate
Catching your frequency
Feels like I’m right where I need to be
So easily
No struggles in my need to see
Your worth
Your value
Even when you’re polarized
I only hope in time
You see it too
-A. Souza
You told me
You can talk to me about anything
Can I really?
Can I express the feeling of emptying oceans
Leaving behind nothing, but exposed seafloor?
See, sure
I could tell you
But what if comprehension
Is the precursor to condescension?
Of course, you are above me
I’m drained, empty
The murky floor reveals
Wounds of unseen depths
I hid in the flow of waves
I wonder if I told you
If saying it would return the tide
The sands melt in the hot sun
Or tumble into the lower portion
You told me we could talk
But the silence compels vast words
I fail to listen to, lost in thought
Language like currents navigating saying what I wish without losing course
You said we could talk
And I cling to it like barnacles on the bottom of a ship
But when I reach your door
I turn around
Two people who couldn’t float trying to bring one another to shore
- A. Souza
Hands dipped in melancholy
Reaching out to touch my insecurities
Sorrows reflection
Painting a hand of death
Pardon me for my lack of breath
Hoping in held air
Our moment doesn’t pass
Knowing you are to die for
This time worn
Mind
Finds you
No matter the distance
To repeat this
Sequence
A dream
For the dreamless
A hope in the heart
Of a plagued cynic
A rally cry
To my lack of self interest
See I love you rings hollow
Echoing through the expanse of my true emotions
There is always so much more to say
So I make time, any time of day
To remind you
Your worth is fathomless eons
I only glimpse in fragments
More than I know
More than I could ever imagine
-A. Souza