Whisper to me softly
On a windy day
Let each sound and syllable
Float on yonder, yes, this way…
Rumbling past the mountains
Rustling through the leaves
Your breath is briskly warbling
As it catches glance of me.

marelle

poem poetry visualize speak hear me now

The shadows in the dark
Or the darkness of your heart…
Tell me, which is deeper?
I cannot see. I cannot be.
In two places at once.
So which is what?
And where?
Answer, and I’ll meet you there.

marelle

poem poetry midnight dark knight mare

Is this what it’s like?
To lie awake and ponder
Possibilities
Neither good nor bad
But altogether
Ethereal
Just the same?
With a heart that burns
And a mind that aches
But you keep on running
Til something breaks
Inside
Makes way through
The walls
That are finally
Yes, finally!
Crumbling down.
I admit it now
My weakness
Is my strength
But it’s always
Far away
And so the tears
Flow outside in
And carry me
Downstream.
Unknown depths
I could drown
But the magic
Surrounds
In my dreams
I see clearly
For a second before
I blink
Myself awake
Once more…

marelle

poetry free verse deep thoughts true story

The sleep of sight wanders
Thru the thoughts that escape me
And as any other fool could justify
The illogical perused
Seeking places both lost and found
Meandering
Tasting terse integral mirth
Spliced with gut wrenching flourishes
And an affinity for lyricism
Conflicted
Charm juxtaposed by intricacy
And yet neither knows why…
Persist or resist?
Damned.
Try…

marelle

poetry sincere quandary acceptance challenge go

On the threshold of yet another
This something, not so distant…
Blurried visions, looking forward,
Wish this world were more persistent.
And the night sky, struck with
Lightning-like storms of stars,
Of hail, of haze,
Just lies there
Looking out.
Ignores the blues and clouds of daze…
Awaken from your slumber,
But stay here in your sleep.
Believe me when I tell you that
Your dreams have fallen deep.
Caress my mind, engulf it
With your empty open stare
Leave me wondering
While you’re hovering
In the darkened wintry air.
Secrets
Held tight, held close
Whisper silence.
Not a word…
And yet, glinting with excitement
Are your eyes
So undeterred.
Tell me,
Sky of darkness
Why do you shine so bright?
For even in your bleakest moods
I see your inner light…
Fails to understand
That this night outshines the day
Calls my thinking backwards
As do others.
Let me say…
I know not common reason.
My ways are all my own.
I speak in words hypnotic,
Inspired by worlds unknown.
This second sings for hours,
Humming slowly in my mind
And all the while, three thousand
Lifetimes flash before my eyes…
Calm. Seemingly quiet.
Like the night.
So undisturbed.
I’ll lead you by the hand this time
If you take your place upstairs.
With the stars, with the nights,
With the music.
Anywhere…

marelle

poetry night mystery future new year no rules

The lights, they twinkle
Like the stellar scintillation
And the nights, they chill
With disambiguation
Cuz the holiday cheer
Dissipates all fears
As reality looks right
Into your eyes
And remembrance holds
Your mittened hand
While you frolick
In the snow covered
Streets that lead us
Along the wrong directions
But always steer us back
Toward the warmth
Of yesteryear
Where life was so easy
And words flowed
Sweetly
Like a honey glazed river
Slowly trickling
Through your every thought
Snuggling into the shoulder
Of naïveté
Not knowing what the world holds
But hoping for the best
And dancing round the moments
That captured this entirely
When everything was nothing
Where nothing was right now
But together with the music
Made it magic, yes somehow…

marelle

poetry winter memories happiness

Lying still.
Fast awake
And the things in mind
Just overtake
The slumber
That keeps slipping
Over me.

Heavy thoughts
And floating words
A mixture made of
Visions blurred
As waning is my
Focus on this
Day.

Nite aright
And steadily
Comes and droops
Right next to me
But how do I escape
To slumber elsewhere?

Dream away
And far from here
The neverending sights:
So clearly
Overtaken.
Reveries
Reveal the hidden secrets
You claim to not have answers for.

Like a lyric
Leaning in
And over, on, in
Back again…
Stuck inside
The mind just as
A mnemonic
Strives
To hold onto.

The notes you leave
Right there, behind
No
In the backside of
Our minds
Explode
Upon the realization
Of truths
You always told.

Breathing quick
And take a gasp
But hardly try
To overact
Slap yourself
Upside the head
Once all is said
And done.

The music
In the background
Fades to silence
Here tonight
The memory
Plays distorted
In the moods
And in the light
Contorted…
Likened to
Another.

Endless night.

marelle

poetry dreams imagination mind tricks fantasy deception

Feeling free.
Fancy. Flighting.
This something here
Is so inviting…
Wish you coulda
Had
A taste of this?
Haha!

Well understand
The conversation
Done overlooked
Your demonstration
But I need so much
More than you could
Ever give

Oh why do we
Play the fool
Or rule the play
Or fool the rules
Whatever’s clever
Works for me
Right now…

And time will tell
You’re nothing more
That all the things
I took you for
Faded over moments
So far gone
From memory

Beyond

All of my belief
Is changing
The past can be rewrote
I’m saying
Hindsight is
An ugly mutha
Fuggedabout the rest…
Hahaha!

This symphony
Oh it ain’t dying
The next movement
Will come
And sighing words
Will always drip
Straight from these
Honeyed lips of mine.

Directed at
Who knows?
Not telling.
For clearly now I know
I’m yelling
At the self
I left behind
But sure
She’s making the escape.
And you’re not the reason
Why
I feel like smiling
Anymore

Alas
The end has
Come and gone
We’ve all learned
Words to different songs
And dancing on and on
Along our merry ways

So take your heart
Go peacefully
And say you’ll never
Think of me
But boy you know
I’ll haunt your very dreams
Cuz you know you never really…
Got to me

Life’s a lovely dream
Keep trying
Find your way
And I’ll take mine
Nice to meet ya
Down the line
What I mean is
If I see ya, I’ll be kind

But if the universe
Has humor like it do…
I guess the rest
Will be best
Now
After you

marelle

poetry humorous free form nostalgia