Archive for poetry

“THE STENCH” WILL START TO SMELL REALLY MUSTY SOON!

Posted in News with tags , , , , on April 23, 2017 by Plathinson

I have taken down a few more poems to find them a home. It’s always a pleasure to share them with people who take interest and find beauty in what they are here for.

“The Stench,” which I wrote in 2015, will be published in print come May 2017. Other than poetry, print edition of One Person’s Trash will also feature works of fiction and non-fiction from other writers.

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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

REMEMBERING TODAY

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on August 10, 2016 by Plathinson

Today: the sumptuous meal
ravishes the palate—it is here.
You chew a thousand times
until merely a morsel
gets stuck between your teeth.
You may think it’s barely there,
but you feel it in your breath.

© Gheeneil

URSULA

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on April 29, 2016 by Plathinson

I know
the different sound
your name makes:
A favorite song
however distant.
A haiku seems
too long a story;
Whole world
in one word.
I say my praises
on my playlist,
tight-lipped
while on repeat.

© Gheeneil