Words Unsaid

The words,

they

hang

Like lead
Weighted in
Between lines
Unspoken,
Unsaid.

A smile, a nod
Tinged in scarlet
Dreams, stuck 
behind immobile
tongue and lips -

Inanity, disguised
In smalltalk,
Fear-encased,
Stems a flood, of
Potential happiness -
perhaps.

What wants
To be said
Cannot be,
As it lies behind
A wall -

And so the
Conversation
Tastes too
Much of melancholy
And bitter tears.

Eleanor Clark
28 March, 2015

Regret

In dreams of satin
silk thoughts wound
through longing -

desires past
begin to whisper
weeping, at once
was found and now
is lost somewhere
in actions past
that never were -

in thoughts bound
up in nervous hope.

To wander in this
sense - loss
regret
permeating my
sleep in tossing,
turning, lingering
conversations.

In the morning
it seems that
dreams unfolded
revealing contradictions -

thoughts I never
knew were there -
but were.

hearts beating in
desire that never
had a chance to talk.
Your fingers wound
through mine

then let go as
you stepped away
with mourning dawn.

And a tear runs
down my cheek.

© Eleanor Clark
18 March, 2015

Sometimes Bliss

If every day were
like yesterday,
I would die
of bliss.

Instead
the intermittent
moments of catatonic
downpour leave me
drowning -
halfway

To walk along
those amber
wheaten shores and
see the water laughing
as it tumbles by

And lanterns
wave in
twinkling
sunshine setting
through the ice.

That moment,
bliss enough
to wait through
this interminable
winter longing.

© Eleanor Clark
5 February 2015

Differences

When will time and space
be enough to heal the hurt
of centuries oppression,
pain, intolerance, and
all that ails the world
cut into fences, walls
and mountains -
layers of misunderstanding
intentionally bred to foster
bitter hatred and despising
of the other?

Will we wait until our skins
are blended into imperceptible
shades of something else
with eyes and lips and mouths
in shapes so indistinguishable
from now that we can finally see
that from the inside confines,
muscly sinews, our thoughts,
hopes, dreams, ideas in
rainbow splendidness were
woven from material
the same?

© Eleanor Clark
6 January 2015