You can only drown it for so long
It comes back in waves
Tidal waves
Tsunamis of the past
Emotions that were banished
It comes to you in pain
The hitch of your breath
The heartbeat that hurts
The wet eyes that burn
It comes in waves
Crushing
Pounding
Drowning
Dying at the ocean
It comes to you in waves
What could have been
What should have been
What dreams were made of
Yet alone you are
With Vodka as your savior
BjH
1-09-2019
Random thoughts of lost Poets.
And maybe a bit too much to drink.
Tag Archives: writer’s block
Dreaming Through November ~ Virgo’s Gaze
Virgo’s Gaze
I am watching the sun set
Below November trees
So brilliant
They all but eclipse
The sun’s fiery decent.
I have been trying to craft
An ending to an
Uncooperative poem.
And even twilight’s show
Fails to inspire me.
With a frustrated sigh
I look up and find myself
Under the intense gaze
Of the Virgo sitting opposite me.
He tilts his head and says;
“You look fetching when
You are lost in thought”.
Maybe it was the timbre
Of his voice
Or the sunset reflected in
His eyes
But magickally
Inspiration found me
And I thanked him with
An unguarded smile,
B.J.H. November 2013
~~ Thank you M.J.G. for that compliment. ~~
Goodbye Virginia Beach
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
Words Within Crystal
I held a crystal ball,
Within this delicate sphere,
Colorful words swirl like mist.
A poem desperate to escape,
Strains against it’s invisible prison
A poem that I lived,
A poem that I dreamed,
The poem that I cannot write
B.J.H.
09-25-2013
Pinball & Scrambled Words
My pinball machine brain
is pinging off invisible obstacles
Scoring points that are impossible
And in the chaos
The words that I NEED to write
Are scrambled
Relocating.
Every time the silver ball pings
On invisible obstacles.
How can a writer write
with pinging in the brain
and scrambled words?
B.J.H.
09-22-2013
Dreamscape Poetry 