Numbness

The Living Poetry Prompt

 

I’ve done my neck in
too much jigsaw puzzling it seems
The agony doesn’t stop me
you know
the holiday commitments
the cook, the chauffeur, the cleaning lady

Mild pain killers
barely scratches the surface
of an acute nerve pain
I am on edge with a contorted face
matching the crooked spine

The kids have been splashing in the pool
for hours
Guests start waking up
from the lunch coma
The late afternoon sun
mellows to a warm glow

It seems to be fitting
to play cafe del mar
while
I am making caipiroska cocktails
tasting is a must
for an amateur bartender
It takes at least three
to make the fourth one perfect

Everybody loves their drink
is it their smile
or the festival spirit
I am floating
without pain

I finally can see my life again
playing in slow motion
My heart rate slows down
My neck is no longer stiff
The music is fading into the household noise
The guests are happy I guess
their faces are blooming
Me?
I am ok I guess
in such pain free numbness
How else can it be?

Cobra

Tonight the moonlight is fatal
your ivory teeth run along my spine
causing ripples to my cool belly
I crawl up along the ivy vine
drink from the marble fountain
your sweet whispering words
are the antidote to my venom

Missing you

It is harder to get warm
when you are not near
near enough to my heart
it still skips a beat
the missing one must make its way
to play on your heartstrings
like a bird without a song
muffled to my ears
tastes like thinner
illusionises my painting
at dusk
it is all too grey
rain stops by
to keep me awake

Freedom

 

Yes people did us wrong.

If we hold on to the bitterness, resentment, being unforgiving,

It destroys us inside out,

not the offenders got destroyed.

Set ourselves free…

and we can!

Let me be me

I know I want to write
I feel inspired to write
I do not know what to write

So
let my heart be the North Star
let my soul be the explorer
let the spillage of paint be art
abstract, impressionist
a craftsman of words
these are too grand for my intention

So
let me be me
a labourer of self expression
a mumbler of everyday stories
a restless night owl hoots composition

It is my sweat and blood you harvest
It is my life you are drawn to
it is the nature you hear

Let me be me
a reflection of you
in beauty

A man in Ben Hogan cap

I take shelter in the Ben Hogan

He keeps me warm and stylish

Fending me from the early chirps’ dropping

My tash loves him and desires a pipe mistress

Yet, I will be just happy with a bowtie

Com’om mystery, poetry and crime

I’m ready in the Ben Hogan armour

Infinity

You made me blush

You made me laugh

For most, you made me feel alive.

With you, I lost time

With you, I lost myself

With you, I lost my reasons to refuse.

We are soulmates, twin flames, out of space.

We are the tale that never ends.