Tag: micropoetry

unspoken

I have seen your eyes.
I remember them
when they spoke,
when they answered without words
showing me your happiness.
Now, what do your wrinkles tell me?
What do your tired eyes say?
Wrinkles can tell a story,
but I am not sure what they say anymore.
They are different.
I long for age.
I long for old age.
There is beauty even in worn skin,
in the wrinkles around the eyes
that tell of everything
that words cannot.
But your eyes?
I do not understand their language.
And your wrinkles?
They speak of the arrival
of old age;
not of beauty,
of loneliness.

The sweetness of a lifetime

Now, there is sweetness.
Finally.

This year brings a birthday.
It is wrapped in

peace.

Two years ago
I was encased in a tarp,

in the damp weather,

of

The Faroe Islands
I pleaded for your return.

The sweetness of a lifetime
was held in those two years.

Not everyone who begs for
answers

walks away whole
or healed.

Sweetness

of a lifetime
carried for two years.

… so very perfect

The clock in the cottage
keeps time in its own way

It gets cold at night
and feels stifling by noon

I hang my shirts up to dry
on the hooks hanging from the ceiling

I’ve been sitting here for a while
with this clock that never tells the truth

just thinking to myself
“my god, this is so very perfect.”

birds

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

the birds woke me up early.

the sky is getting lighter, and the day has just begun.

how could i be upset with the birds?