Three Poems

Modes of Being (2019)

Opportunities, opportunities

Choices, considerations and eternity’s demand

Perched in my couch, I rest

I recline, reckoning upon

The two modes of being

As put to the test

Finite and infinite

What is it I

lack, besides a certain spot?

A certain spot, made up of

enduring thoughts and long-term decisions

A comfort of priorities given

A plan ahead

But, alas, there is evermore

Not forgotten, but continually begotten

Of tender fruits and tops in the horizon

Expecting to be reached without resolve, dissolved resolve

For tenacity is absolutely necessary

Grit, perseverance, acumen

Drudging drudgery, too

Unless I falter and fail

May I minimize hopes, but be happy?

It isn’t very hard to do

Just a simply fixed place, somewhere, somehow

Jazz, swimming, books, trekking and hunting and hiking

What’s more?

A university degree or two, resembling the colours of my dream

Need I follow the formula rigidly? Eton and Oxbridge? Can I not carve my own path?

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

The Weather (2017)

The sun shone upon my chest

I was lying on the ground

The light would come from east to west

Without any sound

The clouds were turning gray

As it seemed I was to see

That in the broad day

The rain was to be

Downpour was suddenly unleashed

Shelter wasn’t found

I thought I’d be diseased

Seemed the incident was to happen bound

The water dripping on my body

Turned hope of shelter into ashes of regret

I care not stay in the lobby

Where the boredom would prevail from reading the gazette

The moon would come at last

Saving me from flood

Moonlight could now be cast

Upon me to uncover mud

The morning brought its rising sun

I stood now up myself

The heat came back, I’m done

Daren’t see up for oneself

Beauté (2016)

I saw her the first time ages ago

Long, blonde hair and kick-ass shoes

Sparkling eyes, a sweet little neck

Nice appearance and personality loose

She looked weirdly at me, what a freak

I know she’ll never be mine

I stutter a little, it was a leak

Walking down, straight in a line

How does she perceive me

She thinks I’m dizzy, a sissy

How can she understand me

She thinks I’m flawed, so misunderstood

I’ll give her compliments, she’ll notice me

Nothing has changed, she’s still so blind

I’ll give her attention, that’ll work

Something has changed, but she’s still so deaf

She sits there with her friends

Cheerful laughter and smiles

I am standing on my own, accepting defeat

I turn soft, travelling for miles