Tag: emotion

After the Storm

by Lindsay, posted in poetry 
After the storm 
And hounding waves,
 The coastline changed.
 I haven’t the memory
 Of where rocks used to be
Or sand banks curved.
  
 This boat has drifted 
 Further from shore.
 In the mist, I peer
 Over the edge to find
 Sunken dark shadows and
A quivering reflection of myself.
  
 The seagull’s long soliloquy 
 Echoes across a glass bay.
In my mind of fogged mirrors,
 I squeak-rub clear patches 
With my shirtsleeve 
 Only to catch my own eye.
  
 Buoys scatter across the harbor.
 I tie off my boat and follow, 
 Downward with my eyes,
 The mucked chain 
 Toward its foundation,
 Dissolving into darkness.

The dVerse prompt for today, provided by Anmol, is to write a confessional.

dVerse Poetics: The Art of Confession in Poetry

The Fall

by Lindsay, posted in poetry, writing

Golden flame leaves against piercing blue sky

Through the window I stare

From my bed.

I label colors, objects.

I label with language. Language which has no emotion.

I stare through my window for hours

As lifetimes pass me by.

157,680,000 seconds

or minutes?

Through my veiling shroud I cannot read the clock or feel the weather that would hit my face if I mustered strength enough to throw open the window as I would’ve done six months ago.

(Thrown open the window to feel the

joy of sunshine, the jubilation of wind

on cool skin, the serene content of

sapphire sky.)

I lay still.

I label.

tree

yellow

sun

sky

My language has no emotion. My language has no actions.

My words have shapes, but I cannot touch them.

They have textures that I cannot feel.

(I recall a time when yellow sun

took the form of arms wrapping

around skin. The texture is joy,

belonging, hope, content.)

My language is words is perception as seen through a screen

through a screen

through a screen

Muted distortion.

Though just yesterday my sorrowful thoughts jabbed a dozen dull needles into my stomach.

Jab is action.

Sorrowful is emotion.

Today

bed

blanket

window

branch

twig

roof

gutter

I don’t know if I ever experienced a day lived absently looking through my window like a few of the days I lived this fall. I am a couple months past these days now. I wrote this looking back on the most poignant day, the height of the worst you could say. If you have these days now, I feel you.