five syllables speak
volumes about everything
i wish i could say
Monosyllabic
five syllables speak
volumes about everything
i wish i could say
Author: lovizmytrio
Crazy Day
happy hour tailwind
a door opening surprise
what a crazy day
To My Spaniards
there are few words here
my 34th birthday card
you know me so well
Song
you’re the favored song
buried and lost on my list
singing my sunrise
One of Those Moments
i can’t write without the wind.
i line up my alliteration
against the dustbowl afternoon,
the first time a great gale
almost forced me to the ground
it is one of those moments when
fear forces itself into my forefront
and i could forget where i’m going.
it is just me, my pedals, my perseverance,
and the dust that clings to every pore
i push on through a series of green lights
to the man i love
all the way back fifteen years, and
i tell him today (like so many other days)
of the ride i’ve had,
and in this moment
(it is one of those moments)
with the wearying wind, the look in his eyes,
i see my future lie before me
Particles of Light
you are the feathered flowers
that lie buried
in the hand-me-down plant.
i want to run my fingers
across the petals and
pluck out the frilly baby’s breath,
put my nose deep into
the scent
that carries me back ten years,
that carries me to the moment
those flowers became you
(a tile floor, shards of glass,
love hidden in particles of light)
this is the love
that is too soft
for others to touch,
the flowers that will never die
though the plant may fade
into the reality of life cycles,
you will still be as brightly beautiful
as the moment
i placed the stems
in the oh-so-fragile vase,
forgetting for a moment
how what breaks us
is what makes us
Loved
you whisper the words
i’ll remember this moment
we’ll be together
Piano
it sits in our room
becomes a junk piling place
once a dream of mine
Tree
in one week my life
will sprout a new leaf–
i hope to know
just where the wind will take me
as i add another ring
to my tree
will i blow to the east
and the sun that rises
so coldly each morning,
or stay west
where my roots are buried
as deep as my soul?
i wish i could see
the color of the bud
as it blossoms from my branches,
but only time will tell
just which way the wind will blow
Three Birds in a Row
the light right now
as i kiss my girls goodnight?
it is unlike any other sunset,
the clouds a perfect concoction
of pink and gray,
and they hold tight to my neck
and beg me for stories of Medusa
that Silverstein told them about,
that i ad-lib with college knowledge.
i’m going to college,
they chime in,
three birds in a row,
so i can know as much as you
and they are my girls
through and through
