HE IS CREAM...SHE IS CHEESE...
WHAT A SPECTACULAR COMBINATION!
Sanaa and I began talking a few weeks ago and seemed to really hit it off. We discovered that we share the love of autumn, and so the poem before you quickly began to unfold. We hope you enjoy it and look forward to hearing your thoughts in the comments.
When the gales of November come early
I’m a total wreck
wind knocked out of my sails
but I’ve set a course for
The Sea Of Tranquility
and I’ll be there
when that big moon
sweeps these storms from my heart.
Now these clouds
cold, mean and gray sideways rain
point toward the dark road
my mind is travelling in,
the bruising of November
teaches one about existence, its brevity
I wonder if the moon knows time
and course, as leaves curl in colors of Fall.
There is a melancholy vibe
this time of year--
I can feel it in the forced gaiety
beginning to build
as I swim through the crowd, rudderless,
like a paper boat adrift on the breeze,
and for small moments
I will succumb to the mass hypnosis
With wild berries clinging for support,
I observe the breeze,
an unseen one act nearly farce
painstakingly scrape to leave a patch of stillness
uncovered for a short while,
my lips are stained with the thought of woe
prevalent
hauling one to a place where light cannot reach.
But I’ve had it with these subterranean homesick blues.
I shall emerge from these depths--
the mole in your midst
burrowing to the sun.
The world is fraught with overt boogeymen.
They cannot frighten survivors
who’ve been to scarier places in their own minds
than your sardonic smile could ever intimate.
Let this be the end
as air’s imbued with wet leaves and contemplation
is a swirl of mist;
a sliver of dark orange disseminating doldrums.
My faith akin to myriad of stones
that become the shade of highway that lies
unruffled behind them--
I witness the break of day and run forth to embrace.
Springs and autumns flash by in an instant.
I make a wish and the universe
rains its poetry down upon me.
To embrace both the darkness and
the light within us is the way of understanding.
November brings the winds of change.
I stand in the awe-filled silence
waiting to feel its sharp graze against my cheek.
I could watch them a while, this feeling that blends
with fall foliage
for when struck with the right note of sobriety
even the most dismal of life’s turns are rendered facile.
The hour smiles and extends its hand to me,
as rain conjures a delicate pattern
upon my skin
and the winds of change blend with autumn zephyrs sighing.
