Unscrambled Eggs - Nadia Brown (popular ebook readers .TXT) 📗
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There are rumors
amongst certain flowers
each proclaiming
to know you well
the roses insist
you are sublime
the dandelions
feel the same
yet the orchids
pose a different view
they believe
you are too good
to be true
Night stood lonely as
solitude bloomed
without you in the room.
A weak smile I conjure
upon my face
though my heart aches.
Diverting my attention
is what I do
to drift my thoughts from you.
Few set sail on this ship
sailing beyond the horizon
along a calm ocean it journeys
embraced by the morning sun
as zephyr grace the sky at night
it steadily travels onward
into boundless realms
leaving those who watch
on encumber sands in awe
with their empty pockets
hanging inside out
longing to abroad
Sorrow does not roam here
nor can misery tread
the passage in which
sanctity has laved its ground
In this place
across furrowed sands
beyond the riverbed
contentment makes its home
out there two constant remains
anger wages no wars
and loneliness will not dwell
in this vicinity
I can easily model a smile
laugh at some jokes
handily hold a conversation
though my bills have grown the size of Texas
and rent is overdue
yet if you knew how often
I’d mirrored the sun
but shouldered mountains
as my debt burden seem more
like the dark shadow that lurks behind
Confined and malcontent,
the lone bird reflects on the heavens
eager she is to fly
along faint clouds
and under the ardor sun
longing to feel sunlight embracing her feathered coat
while fleeting through contented winds
that softly touches her wing tips
absorbing the mundane air
as she hovers across
countless of unending oceans
and remote pastures
yet, mere desire
is not enough in itself
to rouse a wilting spirit
nor to fill continual void
her emptiness will deepen
until at last
she is free to fly
uninterrupted and unhindered
In a time when
civility is lost
corruption rides rampant
on these streets of reality
In a time when
integrity is no longer
common practice
deceit becomes the way
at which we succeed
How long must you know average?
Being standard has never been profound.
Give me perfect or simply nothing,
for anything less is like pursuing
a goal part way. I have known ordinary’s
limitations, its mediocrity is something
too many do well. A life of satisfactory has never
been enough to make me content.
As I not only need but require perfect.
She said there were no bells,
only her clam hands
and fretful feet rattled in the eve.
The sirens would not go off
nor did her knees faint
from the tie‐dye of bliss.
She felt no quakes,
no bumble bees,
no panic sharks reeling
in the pint of her belly.
Not once did her shoelace hair
curl like ringlets.
Not once did she hear bells.
Forgetting you is not as simple
the years have been
benign to your memories
allowing them to invade my thoughts
without consent
how dare time
have held my feelings still
I am unable to let go
of your congenial scent
we may never meet again
and yet I reflect on the past
when my future with you
is uncertain
I need perfect hands
feet that won’t leave me
for someone else
cause me to lose
all that I have gained
in these slim hours
the moon in its bane attempts
shot apart my concerns
presuming my efforts would expire
since I preferred the sun to him
at what point does knowing you
raises my faith
motives me to take note of time
and not fold my arms too soon
Things I must do
before night caves
on the thin azure mattress of sky:
write four stanzas to Paul,
brush off odors of loss
and the staleness of alone,
wash away memories of you
from these embellished walls,
and remember to say
I don’t love you anymore.
I have seen you
unsteady nerves
in the most poised hand
cause limbs to cower
underneath skin and bone
despite my powers
you hammer fear
with nail and fury
As each time
you challenge me
I am hindered
your plot
meticulous
your restrain
intended
I see you
rise above repression
peddling trepidation
like the tempest you are
you who flare hearts
un‐strengthen knees
strangle the soul of courage
Often I ponder
with a similar conclusion
how I dread
the day we ever met
Don’t talk about love
when you offer only myths
I need more than adoring eyes
posed from a distance
If I didn’t know
I would think you were
a habitual teaser
that it was your duty
to taunt emotions
string along feelings
Is it that you
haven’t the words
the means to bring about
your heart’s desire
or are you that coy quite reserved kind
the one who merely flirts
but do not pursue
what he reveres
a laundry of birds gather
in a fold like sheep
like a fistful of jellybeans in a bottle
through sky’s torso they flounder
ensuing a course only they understand
I am wearing strapless shoes
consumed by smell of morning
using my eyes as fingers for counting robins
that are perched on the windows of my forehead
casually I notice the footprints of autumn
as sun reclines in the palm of my hand
there is some wind
flossing back and forth between homes
while rain is off somewhere
beside a river
fishing in the cold for salmon
I am one of you: a tautly thing
in search of dreams
that will not fold easily into our midst.
Like you, I endeavor to live off paperbacks—
peddling books of poetry for promises and crumbs.
It is this shared indignity
which brings me here:
devoid of sleep, inundated by exhaustion.
Mother was perturbed
that I did not water the plants
but my head was full of sleep
my memory was still laying softly
against the corners of pillows
I gave up for her in haste
to close a door she left behind
even still it is punishment enough
to misplace the hand of slumber
but when your mind floats
above clouds with thoughts of love swirling
in a promise on my ring finger
please understand I was not myself
it was force or nature
bringing me wind of my future
and distraction this day had the upper hand
You should know a lifetime
indentured to squander
will not build evenings here
will not lift poverty
off the cuffs of your bed
irrespective of fear
be bold as sky
hold on to fledgling dreams
that iniquity attempts to steal
and moments inevitable curse
debts and wages are all you strive for
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