In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Green-Eyed Monster.”
I envy those
With the knack of prose
Words without end
Flow free from their pens
I struggle here
And sometimes I do fear
Ink I spill
Transfused from vein to quill
Has grown clear
And dry as my tears…
~ kei
16 May 2015
Oh hell no
Can’t NaPoWriMo
Shot the wad
Proverbial anyway
In April 2014
Profuse poetry
Flowed so easily
This year
It would seem
Arid ardour
A heart barren
Are conspiring
My pen confining
To this
Say with me
Two words
And then three
Ponderous, pretentious poetry
Oh hell no
Can’t NaPoWriMo…
~ kei
5 April 2015
Hunted
Just prey
In his sights
Lured with his words
Loved only as a pawn
His long distance trophy
An unwilling captive
Soul maimed
Caught
Hurt
My heart
Ripped to shreds
The gift reverently given
In hands filthy with his
Keystrokes to his whores
Lies of magnitude
The Devil
Envies
Haunted
Despised revenant
Creeping and crawling
Disturbing my midnight dreams
Smiling his protestations of love
Staining newborn clean thoughts
With his memory
This lingering
Ghost
~ kei
7 October 2014
Blaidd Du
Softly, softly, quietly
Slipped into my heart
Soft footprints in its chambers
Mark the paths where he’s explored
~ kei
15 April 2014
Go eat worms
Or something
Your incessant chirping
Annoys me
My Beautiful Beloved
Don’t chase the tornadoes
They will come unbidden
When least expected
Stay with me
We’ve made a shelter
Safe, secure for us
Storms can wait
It may come
The deluge finds us
But until that time
Love our light
You left my heart
Vacant as an empty lot
I promised myself I would live
I promised myself I would laugh
I promised myself I would love
You sent a message
Two words healed, “I’m sorry”
No more rain of tears
No more wind of doubt
No more snow of regret
You’ve mended my heart
A garden instead of asphalt
Désirée
Dances
Into my life
With her second chances
For laughter, love
Dances
Désirée
Désirée
Laughs
At silly boys
The games they play
Too many rules
Laughs
Désirée
Désirée
Cries
Caged too tight
The world feels heavy
Let her breathe
Cries
Désirée
Désirée
Loves
Fierce and true
Arms around the world
Enough to spare
Loves
Désirée
You left my heart
Vacant as an empty lot
I promised myself I would live
I promised myself I would laugh
I promised myself I would love
You sent a message
Two words healed, “I’m sorry”
No more rain of tears
No more wind of doubt
No more snow of regret
You’ve mended my heart
A garden instead of asphalt
