Lib's Poems
Pseudo-Blue
When I look upon the water
I am troubled by what I see.
The bubbling, violent waves that crash
like cannons.
It is not like they told me it would be.
They told me it was a peaceful body
Lightly tiptoeing by with the utmost courtesy
The mixture of hues to make one perfect shade of
Deep Blue.
Deep, calm blue
Harmonious, loving blue
But that is not what I see.
As I look across from my safe height
As I stare across the desert
Across the mirage of blankness
I am troubled by what I see
There is no blue
No calm
The illusion of blue from a distance
From eyes that only glance
But only noticed when I take a second look and really stare
I see no blue, no calm, no harmony
I am troubled by what I see
Just puddles
Purple
Orange
Yellow
Green
Boiling and churning in such perfect chaos that,
Calm blue
Sweet, blended blue
Is all you see
When I look upon the water
I am troubled by what I see
Just violent puddles fighting so hard
To make
Pseudo-Blue
It is not like they told me it would be.
Bad Penny
The legend is true
You always turn up.
No matter how I try to toss you into the fountain,
Your shiny profile always finds it's way back into
My pocket.
No matter how many banks I visit to trade you in
For something better, something of more value,
I always seem to find you,
With your copper contentment,
Transferring your way into my account.
But I don't understand why
Why you couldn't be a Quarter, a Dime,
Even a Nickel.
Something whose shine isn't so drab,
So dirty looking.
Then I realize that if you were something
Silver and sparkling,
You wouldn't be my Bad Penny,
My unlucky charm.
You wouldn't be you.
Then the legend wouldn't apply and I would be
Stuck with all these ugly silver coins,
Wondering why they always turn up
And why I couldn't find myself a nice shiny penny.
Contact
Tonight was rather odd.
The two ships who pass in the night
Crashed
Violently into one another.
Making waves in the normally
Calm sea.
There was a snowstorm in July.
A flood in the desert.
Light in a blackout.
Tonight was rather strange.
Sworn enemies pled defeat to
Friendship
As time healed their battle scars.
There was a truce in wartime.
A smile in sadness.
Contact with a soul.
Tonight was so real.
Love between you and I let us
Pardon each other for our
Sins.
And there was peace.
Vague
Once again I sit here alone
With a vague memory of your face
And a heart heavy with despair
Once again I have high hopes
With love as vast as the sky
And trust flowing like the sea
Yet here I sit alone.
I cannot explain it
It puzzles even me
Why I let you back inside
Why you won't let me be
I cannot explain it
My vast stupidity
For no matter what you say
Lies are all I see
Once again I wait here
With hope held in my hands
And doubt already knocking
And
Once again I sit alone
With disappointment shrouding my face
And just a vague memory of you.
Fever of My Heart
Lying here in the depths of my frustration
Touching those colorless ideas that remind me of you
Drowsy with ache and
Aching with need
Lying here in this bittersweet frustration of have and have-nots
How I wish for that prize, that gleaming gem of happiness
Which somehow alludes me once again
Muscles tired and mind a mangled wreak,
I force myself to hold back the thoughts of yesteryear
I push away the poetry of fairy-tale
So I can proceed with my long journey
Lying here in my calm of chaos
I haunt myself with ghostly hands
So strong, so strong
Taunting my body with delicate pain
Causing me to plead for forgiveness
Winding and twisting into the shape of mother earth
Singing the howl of night and sin
I cry out to the stars for their mystery
Please, please
Thrashing and falling into a raging sea and
Finally discovering the truth beneath it's depths
I cure myself of times slow disease
And sweat out the fever of my desire.
All poems written by Libby Rego. © 1997
