You are the soft song I sing to myself
Deep in the night when there is nothing else
A wisp of a promise left unfulfilled
Something I shattered before we could build
Now a memory that shall fade in time
Lost forever, survived only by rhyme
Though thinking else is the dream of a fool
I know your heart was never mine to rule
But sometimes a sweet dream is all we have
So I'll savor this song, my darling lad
Tag: 2024 April Poetry Challenge
delicate
every little thing
being more fragile than known
requires measured care
The Game
Play with fire,
Make them burn,
Make them know the phrase "to yearn."
Play with ice,
Freeze them out,
Make them wish that you would shout.
Play with fire. Play with ice.
Don't play nice
Missed Connections
no battle’s plan survives first contact with the enemy.
the set up is perfect, the line was drawn
delivered perfect (enticing, full of promise)
yet the implication seemed to slide
beyond your notice.
hindsight is 20/20, in retrospect I look back
seeing where you attempted to snare me within a web
and in my stubborness (or plain stupidity)
the words whooshed in a faint breeze
right over my head.
perhaps the lesson is that we are imperfect for each other.
but I think I will always feel
that it could have been…
ineffably sublime.
For Me (sonnet breaking syllable rule)
I found a place to simply be
And selfishly made time for me
Within the realm of Quietly
Allowed my soul to wander free
Therein I found a sense of self
Between the tomes upon the shelf
In understanding what I felt
Finally learning how to melt
Allow the new day to pour through
And flush away all shades of blue
To none other I owe no due
And to oneself I must be true
From now my heart sings this one song
To no one else do I belong
mehryment 