A little poetry
A little poetry
Thought I’d bitter-sweet your Sunday with a couple of poems I penned, recently. I will explain what they’re about in the comments because I realise many people like to make their own mind up.
Rain Chef
Rain chef is flipping heartache
As a chain of spluttering eggs.
Harsh truth of a winter’s cruelty
Races home on summer legs.
And you crackle through my being
Splat your injustice to the night.
Like a rack of lamb, the ruined
Red fades as you lose the fight.
I lie bone dry in this empty
Saturated by your flood.
Your storm closing as a breath of death
Your essence merging with my blood.
But the window’s in the middle
And the pain lies in-between.
Your tears burn outside my clumsy grasp
The stark partition of a screen.
*****
Seeking Shore
I savoured lucid lemon love
Until the acid stripped me
Skimmed burning wind with swallow kings
Until those winds, they whipped me.
Messages in bottles
Seldom touch the promised land.
Our vessel on the sea of luck
Was drawn to sinking sand.
A fly-wing petalled daisy
Withering on a choking day.
My golden dreams will never hatch
Until my eagle’s free to lay
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This first poem I called ‘Rain Chef’ as I was listening to the sweet summer rain one night, thinking how the splattering sounds reminded me of fried food cooking. I started considering how I was snug in bed and couldn’t feel the rain, yet still it was there. The window between us.
Then how it relates to people. You can be so close physically, yet so far away emotionally. The opposite is also true isn’t it? Feeling emotionally very close yet physically far away from someone.
This next poem is concerned with relationships and hopes. The way love takes flight as a bird on a wing. The same wind that buoys you, can change to whip you.
Love is also a message in a bottle.
We cast it out there with good intention hoping it will land on our paradise isle. But sometimes the other person doesn’t see our true message inside, just the pretty bottle, and what’s more, it doesn’t always make the land.
Beautiful poems as usual Julie
I’ve never had the creative art of writing poetry. You are very talented.
I interpreted the first poem myself as a metaphor for the unpredictability and reward/disappointment we all face in life seen through the lens of the weather and in the kitchen
In the second, I interpreted it as the idea of reminiscing about chasing your dreams and the sadness of never yet quite realising those hopes yet.