Poem: What is Dying?

Please do not read into this.  I wrote this in a really weird mood a while back and just read it again today.  Think of it being published in the dying hours of 2016.

 

What happens when you die,

When the day means a little less, is that dying?

When the laughs are a little more forced, is that dying?

When the smile comes less often, is that dying?

When the desire to experience life lessens, is that dying?

When a sigh comes more often than a laugh, is that dying?

When a memory seems more important than now, is that dying?

When those around you laugh and you feel alone, is that dying?

What is dying but the lessening of life.

What is dying but the anticipation of the end.

To live is to experience. To die is the loss of experience.

What happens when you die, you lose the ability to experience.

Poem: The Artist Takes Over

The gentle sounds of the piano caress my soul,
 A steady beat softly mixing sorrow and passion.

The beat drones on, the anticipation of the singer's mark,
 Rising as I imagine her voice carrying me along.

Timidly she starts, her eyes darting to and fro,
 Licking her lips, on the cusp of faltering.

Then the moment passes. 

Her voice grows stronger, the artist takes over.

The nervousness of singing for her lover banished.
 The artist takes over.




Poem: Waves

I thought it was good today,

the waves washing seductively up the shore.

I thought it was good for me,

your smile so alluring to see.

Hand in hand we walked,

a future life to lead.

Stop, into your eyes I gaze,

then back the path we came.

I thought it was good today,

but the waves wash our path away.

I thought it was good for me,

but you fade from me.

Alone I walk,

A future I do not see.

Poem: Saki’s Treasure

My heart bursts with joy,
My heart sings with pleasure,
My heart is warmed when cold,
My mind no longer feels old,
When I gaze upon Saki’s treasure.
A smile so rich and wondrous,
A joy no man can resist,
Richer than a king is the man,
That holds the key to Saki’s Treasure.

Lying Beside You

Lying beside you,

Hair cascades around your shoulder.

Gently, I glide my finger tips over your soft and gentle skin.

A thrill runs through me, the joy of your closeness,

The feel of your warmth.

Closer I pull your body to mine,

Your heartbeat sings to me.

Lost in the moment, happily surrendering my heart.

Wishing for nothing more than the moment.

My lips brush your shoulder.

Mei Mei Comes

The joy of learning of a pending new life,
the worry of hearing of a birth not right.

The angst of having a child alone, so far away,
parents unable to comfort or hold or tears to stay.

To pray for her and her loved one to be strong,
to hope the pain of the coming birth is not long.

For many the feelings of love are enough,
others the absence is tough.

But even in the most dire of circumstances,
a most beautiful moment dances.

The world opens to a moment of pure brilliance,
where all pain, worry and fear diminish.

Joy for the new arrival’s appearance,
her smile and self we all shall cherish.

Poem: Lying Beside You

A first attempt at writing a poem.  Thought I would try.

Lying beside you,

Hair cascades around your shoulder,

Gently, I glide my finger tips over your

Soft and gentle skin.

A thrill runs through me,

The joy of your closeness,

The feel of your warmth.

Closer I pull your body to mine,

Your heartbeat sings to me.

Lost in the moment,

Happily surrendering my heart.

Wishing for nothing more than the moment,

My lips brush your shoulder.