My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
For E.S.
We have cried, we have laughed.
We have shouted, and our voices have been but a whisper.
For eighteen years you will have been by my side.
The caring guide,
Only human, but so much more to me.
When I cried for help, and a way out:
You were there with me.
When I told a joke that could set a new low bar for “unfunny”,
You laughed with me.
When the house felt so big, and you felt so small,
You went through it together with me.
Because you are my mother,
and I am blessed to be your son.
Phantom Skates
The wait, the transaction.
The ice, and its natives, gliding effortlessly.
Without consent, my knees reach the frozen floor.
Again and again,
A flail, a stumble.
Juxtaposing the natives:
Me, the laughing fool.
The price of my foreign offence,
A persistent ache, but also a longing.
As the phantom skates now long for their home.
First Steps
The boy tenderly steps into the arena.
Quietly, he attempts to simply walk along its edge.
His potential mortal enemy stares at him,
Its cold white eyes focused on the unstable shape.
A lunge,
A flail,
A fall.
The only one?
No.
The boy catches himself,
He remembers to breathe.
His eyes close,
Deep breath,
A release,
And his eyes open.
A fire, threatening to melt the cool gaze.
The boy became a bruised boy,
But in that arena,
He would not fall again.
The silhouettes move with elegance unknown to the girl,
Their feet move with a steady rhythm,
A focus on nothing else but the music.
The girl’s breath was taken away.
The beats become frequent,
As they fill her churning mind, her eyes are drawn once more to the shapes moving oh so elegantly.
Their freedom, but precision.
Their passionate patience.
The girl was drawn in,
In her hand she found a hand,
On her feet, she found an even stand.
Her legs moved as she was pulled along.
A nudge, A step.
She was lost,
but what she found:
Was herself.
A conflict arises,
As feelings rapidly flicker in and out of existence.
Feelings are always present,
Like the dancing flame on an eternal candle:
They are never extinguished.
One day however,
The light emanating dance was cut off,
But from it, a greater fire came.
A fire that seeks to light candles with its own dance.
The long road,
That I traveled alone for so long.
When I thought,
The only way out was to give up.
I found them,
With a joke told in a quiet sound.
Potential last time,
But our bonds will only grow stronger.
I was born in a place that is not home.
It lost that title, years ago.
I lived through the years,
I shouted through the tears.
Even when I was numb, and the tears ran dry,
I knew my home was where I am.
Home is with those close few,
The ones that are there and do not disappear.
No relation by blood,
No, it is much more.
It is relation by soul.
Instead of a poem, today I’d like to just post the lyrics to what is currently my favourite song. The song is called She Used to Be Mine and is performed by Jenna (Jessie Mueller). Her rendition of this masterpiece awakens such awe in me, that there are human beings out there that can use lyrics and song to such a great extent, that they reduce me to tears. I thoroughly encourage you to listen to it as well, but to also watch the musical somehow.
For added context: This song is near the ending of the musical, as the main character: Jenna, reflects on herself and how she has changed.
She Used to Be Mine
I step in
These cold waters,
But a paradox:
What I feel,
Is only warmth.
New highs reached in friendship,
And a new relationship begun.
The digital brought to life,
Just in time for time to potentially take me away.
But, love will not die.
Our hearts beat in sync,
And this life-boat will not.
Time moves swiftly,
I could try to hold on but it would burn my hands.
Therefore I let it flow, and I join it.
But one day, it stops flowing for me.
The river dries up, and I move onto another plane.
I squeeze out of it what I can,
And I will be content.
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