Really?
Here it comes
The flaw
The issue
How many days has it been?
Is this a new record?
Laughing in my head
Oh how rich I would be
If I placed bets
No One ever means it
When they say
They would never change you
Why must people spew words
That hold no meaning?
I beg to be proved wrong
It has yet to happen
And people wonder why
I am guarded…
B.J.H. November 2013
Hello November
Last November ended in a silent nightmare
A prelude to the coldest winter
I would ever know….
Presently,
I look at falling leaves
And decide,
To cast my dreams into the hands of the Fates
This November will surely be magick.
B.J.H. November 2013
I have been watching my small patch of sky for hours
Steel gray clouds enshroud this cold September morning
And I, A sleepless poet
Mourn the brilliant stars that shared Cancer’s waning moon
only hours ago.
Melancholia has been courting of late,
An old lover I had left years ago,
I have refused his advances
But Winter is coming and my Ocean is so far away.
B.J.H.
09/29/2013
I look at my reflection
I look terrified
Emerald eyes impossibly large and deep
On a watermark face
Those eyes churn like a restless sea
They could drown me
There is much hidden
Below the surface of those green waters
I refuse to jump because I can’t swim
If I am too terrified
To dive under the surface
Of my own eyes….
Why would I expect
Anyone else to?
I turn away from my reflection
I don’t much like mirrors.
B.J.H.
09-27-2013
they say eyes are the window to the soul..
I generally don’t explain my poems but this one tugs for explanation. I wrote this the last time I would be at my special spot on the sand, where I had been inspired to write for the past year, I looked at that shore where so many memories were made, where so many poems were born . The place I sent my dear friends mementos on a voyage over the waves under an October Dark Moon.
So as I sat there and all I could do was cry. I Neptune’s daughter could not write. I knew when left this shore I would loose a part of my soul. So now on to the unedited words I wrote that could not capture my goodbye to Virginia Beach
~ I am shivering in April
sitting here on the beach
Slack jawed
Words in my frustrated tears
I sit beside the boy with the shadowed eyes
He does not know I am terrified
December comes to early.”
B.J.H.
April 2013
Dreamscape Poetry 