Lindsay's Poetry Page

Vexed I am of late with passions of some difference. ~Brutus, Julius Caesar

This is a small collection of poems that I've written as school assignments-either mine or my friends!- or in my free time.

I recently had this poem published in a local literary publication, "The Catskill Review"

ENCOUNTERS WITH THE UNATTAINABLE


The thoughts
that glint
from sorrowed eyes
snatched inward
by a blink
collected on the inside
by a ship
that sails
to sink
a heart
down to the earth
and keep it penned
in fences
until the one
that you wait for
is beaten to her senses

LIT

come with me
and bring your scarlet silhouette
never break our firey unity
capture it's flame
light every figure here
with still shimmer

trust

When you lick he back blood off your knife
you must taste me
my hurt is so delicious
that you have to twist and plunge again
and my nieve heart keeps pumping
out my open wound
until there's nothing left inside me

TO BECOME ME

I can feel the morphing
So fast I fear
that I'll become a stranger
to myself.
I expand on
an arching tumbling trellis
of a girl
a woman,
a person
who is being passionately changed
and stumbling into good.

UNTITLED

stammering and shaking
the seductress sits and stares
in racing disbelief
of the power she's been given
his scary inense soul
doesn't fit with hers
it's writhing in her skin
pounding an escape
through her chest
and latching on her breath
and doesn't it serve her right

MIGHTY ARCHER


Mighty Archer
Palms
sown on fingers long
as cold winter nights.
Steadily tensed
and perfectly coiled
while tugging back sting.
I should think
your arrow could hit
the tip of the Eiffel Tower-
if you asked it to.
How do you hit such a target?
Aim for the moon.

HE SEES HER


silent qualities tumble
from his delectable smile
patience shakes his hand and
promise paints his charcoal heart with life
behold love
caressing his pain to death

UNTITLED


his patient enchantress
summoning the strength of
a thousand violet mountains

willing herself not to surrender
to fears bred by insecurity
of undiscovered truth

But to advance fearlessly
to the inquisitions of hurt
so her soul may remain intact

and he the gentle reformable
who so quickly and unknowingly
moved into her heart

has tainted her vision that saw his good
only he knows if her blindness
should be permenant

and if she could find the courage to speak
he would finish her thoughts
and at least she could go on enlightened

IT'S NOT YOU


I miss you
and that's my fault
since you'd be mine
a thousand times over
if I wasn't so lost
trying to find you
in someone else

REGUARDING BLACK LION WHARF


A city full of life
and endless shuffling hours
an artist locked in the center
and a world that turns around him
Paints the workings of a wharf
captures speed of life
and the slow dreaming ways of a man lost.
In his thoughts and a good life in London

YELLOW TINGED WORLD


The yellow noon sun
sends golden jets
crashing to earth and
into the autumn yellowed
maple trees fringed
with buttery dandilions
as I sit watching in
a field of gold wheat
underneath my black dress
intruding on nature

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