Silence (200 of 365)

Day 200 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day cerulean meaning "deep sky blue."

Silence 

Pause.

What do you expect between breaths, between pages, between caresses.

Stop.

Press on and glimpse the cerulean night, so clear and blank, is it a canvass for us? Was it intended?

No answers. Silence.

I met a man with gums on him that liked to run and squidge together making a hollow croaking noise.

Pause.

Consider the nonsense, consider that we only have so much time. I check it regularly to ensure I am on time.

Appointments are satisfying. 

Pause.

Dare I continue, what lays between us that I cannot reach you? What is missing to complete us? I only feel shadows and claws that dig into me - you insist that I stay away.

Silence.

That's what I see in my heart a pendulum ticking back and forth, it reminds me of the end, if gravity will eventually allow it.

I am a pendulum and my life swings back and forth, back - 

Silence.

Pause. 

Nothing more. 

Nothing.

Camisado (199 of 365)

Day 199 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day camisado meaning "a military mission occurring at night."

Camisado

It is raining

It is so wet tonight

It's the type of night you 

Feel in your thighs 

The coolness tickles your warmest bits

It's the sort of night where you sit in your underwear

And the sun was there but now it's gone and the moon is ice 

And feet are cool and clammy

And you are there 

And we are there and the fan blows

And the bed takes us and me into you

And we complete our assault on each other and we lay and we mate

And then we sit quite as gnomes and listen to the tapping of rain on glass

Which leaves tiny slivers like sparks of ghosts grinding against the unknown. 

Candidate (198 of 365)

Day 198 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day Bruxism meaning "involuntary and habitual grinding of the teeth."

The Candidate 

The pursing of her lips

The bruxism of her teeth

The schism between her mind and heart

The amorphous space about her

The aura and the projections

Blue, purple, green 

The bottom of a sea choral bleached faded

Her knees knobbly poke out her skirt

Her stomach knotting over and over again and doing somersaults

Silhouettes in the adjoining board room

Tap tapping of pens 

Scrubbing out

Erasing whiting out 

White tight knuckles 

Brittle smile caving at the edges 

Hair tidy, makeup mild (relatively)

Skirt modest (relatively)

Jacket and coat formal pressed elegant.

Transit Lounge (197 of 365)

Day 197 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day fuselage meaning: "the main body of an aircraft."

Transit Lounge

The tall windows

Stare back at me and in them

I see my reflection 

A young boy runs up to the Windows

A battle weary mother at his side

He jumps up and down and exclaims with the only words he knows

I think there must be a word for this excitement

He stares out at the nose of the plane, it's great white fuselage

and the wings

His arms fidget and he points 

As if it's impossible to describe the majesty of what he sees 

There is wonder 

Nothing is mundane to him 

This is the discovery of flight

This is the discovery of the giant 

And indecipherable 

This is the discovery of the modern

The boy jumps about and takes his leave 

Then calls his father near to him

Gesturing frantic and wild 

With a smile a wingspan wide

The boy's father smiles

I find myself smiling too 

Suddenly I recall where I am 

In this great fortress that we made

That somehow belongs to them

Maybe they are alive

Maybe these great birds that beat us

Deserve more respect

The boy goes

It is time to board

Time to fly. 

Portrait of the Dying (196 of 365)

Day 196 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day sallow meaning: "

(of a person's face or complexion) of an unhealthy yellow or pale brown colour."

Portrait of the Dying

An elderly man lies upright in his hospital bed

He makes no fuss

And all noise he tries falls mute

On every ear 

His harsh complaints might as well be a dogs bark 

The man becomes sallow

Withdrawn 

There are few flowers or photographs nearby that draw him

The flower petals are turning brown

The stems sag and turn the vase water cloudy 

The tubes connect him to the hospital and to life

This is his life 

The words palliative and care

Displayed proudly beside one another

Oxymoron he considers

But no one is here to experience his wit 

Not anymore.

My fat blue tie (194 of 365)

Day 194 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day autotomy meaning "The casting off of a limb or other part of the body by an animal under threat, such as a lizard."

My Fat Blue tie

My fat blue tie rests 

Like a cow tongue on my chest

It's tip lays just above my belt

And trousers 

My fat blue tie is knotted

And tight against my white neck

It melds my shirt against my skin

Seals me into my suit and

My work persona

My fat blue tie 

Slips and slides 

Eternally shifting but to me

It is always stationary 

And time is frozen to its autotomous tail Like a pendulum.

; (amphibology) (195 of 365)

Day 195 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day amphibology meaning: "a phrase or sentence that is grammatically ambiguous."

; (amphibology)

A passing passion

Hangs in the balance

Without determination

Spiralling endlessly and myopically

The tower cranes 

Hoist an interminable load

An interminable loads continue

To be stacked like Duplo blocks

And the tower cranes are unwieldy as a toddler

Joe Bloggs catches a whiff of

Industry on his way in 

He catches up and does his business

Then he's on his way out

His suit and tie trailing

His white collar subsistence