The Poetry of Emotion
Like the mealworm which squirms wrestles, strenuously against the stubborn beak of the wild bird. Or the silk dress that hangs lifelessly on my shoulders gauche, draping my curves assembling and accentuating my flaws I wonder why the love of a man has never befitted me? Why it only suffocates me. Photo by... Continue Reading →
For sale: One body, barely touched. Does not respond well to sudden movements or grand romantic gestures. All offers will be considered. For sale: One heart, awfully battered. Decorated with deep scars. It once belonged to someone special. Previous owner has upgraded. For sale: One soul, gently used. Comes in shades of grey. Has a... Continue Reading →
I watch him for a long time my soul beating itself to death behind two blue, convex windows. He lies flat, face white as an envelope, eyes motionless and entombed. There is only water between us fathoms of tears curdled and blackened by unresolveable tempests. His kisses are soft and evocative like smoke but he... Continue Reading →
After my father’s funeral, in my mother’s living room of cheap recliners, a television terminal with audio gloom, and a sofa of sags, an aunt’s pipe-smoking husband asked, Are you going to have kids? I scowled, Not your business, but no. He said, Come on, Clare, let’s go, your nephew didn’t like my question, and as they drove away... Continue Reading →
How you slip deftly between my fingers vagrant moonbeams dissolving into sand upon my touch. We know the contrast between heat and warmth. Your presence justifies both. We burned, we raged and we gave each other warmth our silences drenched the firmament dark. We adorned it in stars. Photo by Johannes Rapprich on Pexels.com About the Poet:... Continue Reading →
There is a hole In the back of my soul That I cannot reach To repair No matter how I bend Or twist And that is how The light Keeps getting in Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com About the Poet: John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but... Continue Reading →
All you can give Will no longer be enough. We are now beyond that point-- Already erased and righted By the offenses attached to your name. Another lifetime ago, It seemed our desires would strangle each other. There was no light between us; But the past has been lost to you. You see the invisible,... Continue Reading →
why is the walk back from the bar or the movie weighed with feet and darkest nights? hangovers and friendship evaporated, wise things I said, why is it they turn into stupid at the stroke of midnight? why, oh why, is nascent nightly glow extinguished by voicemails and bills that fill inboxes and deadlines,... Continue Reading →
In the waiting room I stare down at my worn shoes, holes in the fabric where a child's superhero sneakers might light up. Contrasting dirt brown against sterile white flooring, the picture is familiar and again I wonder if these feet will ever bring good news to someone like me in the future. I guess... Continue Reading →
It was like running cool water over your wrists On the hottest day of the summer. Windless and wordless. Like clouds lumbering up the slope of the sky Burdened with moisture like Sherpas Who do this for the money. Like those who died on the trek Wanting to accomplish something They could not... Continue Reading →
