The Poetry of Emotion
He meant to build a room. Loose lumber leans against his fence. That’s proof—this is the time. He’ll square windows, frame doors, sketch out straight lines with chalk. He’s bought new tools, shiny. They lean dry, sheltered by eaves. But his nights are lean— His time leaks away. His hands are too soft for... Continue Reading →
Oh, I never recall the bumpy flights, or the rude passengers. Only the waiting in freezing airport lounges, those endless waits. Everyone dying to get home. The soiled napkins, the cold pizza, the road warriors flaunting their billable hours and stabbing their enemy laptops, defeated by thunder and lightning and things unknown. Women shouting into... Continue Reading →
The bath used to hang on the wall in the scullery. Not our scullery. His scullery. We borrowed it from Mr Neil who rented us the rooms at the front of his house. One down, one up. My mother would knock on his door and he would lift it down for her. But she had... Continue Reading →
I threw away everything that came before he was in my life so I could pretend that I was brand new just like the baby I held in my arms, just like the perfect baby that somehow came out of me Photo by TUBARONES PHOTOGRAPHY on Pexels.com About the Poet: Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared... Continue Reading →
I waited for you As on the muddy heath Outskirts While Thornfield Hall Bled the past ablaze Furious flames That vanquished all that Was. I waited for you Haunted Psychotic and hallucinatory Thoughts Like Manderly Burning into darkness One last rancid breath As I corked the bottle. I waited for you A midtown,... Continue Reading →
I have written so many poems about you, for you, snuck you into fictions and abstract paintings, disguised you into nothingness, shone a knowing spotlight on your unforgotten skin, I feel I should pay you royalties. But of course, I won't, and will deny all your guest appearances in my words and strokes, say it... Continue Reading →
It seems so far away now that place where I once stood and peered out like the beam of a lighthouse over an ocean of possibility back when I knew that out there somewhere among all those faces was love and happiness there’d be hand-in-hand walks through woods and gardens and along rocky shores there’d... Continue Reading →
I had a sister once. Her name was Maud. I never knew her, never even knew of her. No one said. Not our father, or his son, not my mother, no one. No one spoke. All were mute for Maud. She never grew old, never even grew up. And her little life became engulfed in... Continue Reading →
I don’t write about flowers or love, or the embrace of a lover because so many do this so wonderfully that I would rather read their version of beauty than replay mine. Instead I write about how rain watches me- Eyes dangling, while falling but cannot speak what is seen -Who was I to ever... Continue Reading →
With hands in gloves, and face mask tight, I’m sheltered, home, alone. My door is locked, the blinds are drawn, Connected only by Internet and phone. Just when I think that I may survive, Life takes a somber token. Alas, I think I’ll starve to death. My can opener has just broken. Photo by Guilherme... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 