Archive for the My Poetry Category

LITTLE ALLISON

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 28, 2017 by Plathinson

Oh, little Allison,
I lost your photographs,
but I saw your smile
in the looking glass—
your innocence was beautiful
even if it had aged.
I had worn the shoes you wore
and though my feet grew
a little bigger each time,
they should’ve still fit.

© Gheeneil

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THE CIRCLE

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 21, 2017 by Plathinson

You draw lines inside you—
a triangle; a square; a pentagon.
And when you feel bored
with your polygon, you spin around
an axis, keeping your possession.

© Gheeneil

FINDING X

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on September 28, 2017 by Plathinson

They said
you could be
any number:

a prime, an integer,
the most famous irrational Pi,
or an imaginary—

such mystery!

If,
at some point,
you remained concealed
after a number line
stretched farther out
to the left and right,
could a Cartesian plane
take me to where
you’d possibly be?

Perhaps,
in Arithmetic,
a division by zero?

© Gheeneil

DOWNPOUR

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on March 22, 2017 by Plathinson

Today, it is raining.

I raise an arm, palm up:
glomp for a few drops
that carry a tune
of a long forgotten song.

Serene sound pulls up a memory
from a number of moon’s passing
I can no longer remember
it was mine.

I gaze at the sight of grey:
my eyes’ plea for SOS—
that heavy downpour after over
a decade long of summer.

And because you’re still a bit coy,
I keep you closest
where only I can hear;
Forever is fleeting,
and this moment, eternal.

© Gheeneil

THE RIVER

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on February 12, 2017 by Plathinson

Water flows
ever so gently now,
draining a river to the dregs—
an inscription of an ultimate passing
on pebbles and silt.

Amid soft and quiet sound
of a distinctly sweet farewell,
this place almost resembles
Sahara.

© Gheeneil

THE LEAF

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on October 2, 2016 by Plathinson

My memory remained
where you left it:
barely hanging on a tree
where our thoughts played
hide-and-seek.

Day and night,
you were the wind—
always everywhere;
always nowhere.

Leaves were stars
that tasted so sweet
at every fall.

And then autumn came so fast
without you
ever noticing.

© Gheeneil

LONG STILLED THE WIND

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on September 18, 2016 by Plathinson

Words had gone brittle
however soft you spoke them
At the tip of your tongue,
they snapped like twigs: the sound
of your backbone breaking.
I could only stare at your lips
where your nose perched close by,
sucking air out of your lungs.

© Gheeneil