#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Light Beams Over Cold Concrete”

 

sitting

 

 

Light Beams Over Cold Concrete // by Jennifer Patino

 

Within lyrical strings of music
floating by on the wind’s tail,
I on the cold, grey pave lay

The night is as black as tar in the sun,
the stars shine bright as day

No clouds, no streetlamps
to block my view,

my robin’s breast hair fanning my dwelling,
my head tilted, slightly askew

All nearby surroundings sound so obscure,
yet distant calls beckon to me so clearly

The icy cool flames send chills down me,
piercing me, through and through

These bring to mind small inklings,
little thoughts of you

 

(I cast them astray…for you have gone away)

 

I shake and I shudder as I feel my own heartbeat
among layers of silk, and my lonely, cold body

I turn as I hear the first shooting star whisper
your name that so quickly passes through my fingers

To hold on to your image and presence in my sight,
I make that wish upon the next beam of light

And once again I am warmed by you, apparition of my lover
who pulls me in far deeper than the moon could ever wonder

One light for each kiss, each passionate connection
that count each reason I love you

 

(Please, hear my confession)

 

I’ve loved, and I’ve lost, now I love and I live,
and every ounce of my soul to you do I give

So come back once again, my feelings do not smolder,
for I could not bear for this concrete to grow colder

 

July 21, 2006

 

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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “We Always Wear Pajamas on Saturdays”

 

pajamas

 

 

We Always Wear Pajamas on Saturdays // by Jennifer Patino

 

sunshine specks

catching dust

and reflections,

magnified introspection

of busy bees

in pajamas on a Saturday,

twirling and whirling

around with their brooms

 

for the morning chores

are never a bore

when pianos twinkle

fleeting notes,

clever anecdotes

about the week’s

piled up junk mail

 

dishes beg to dance,

the floor mops take a chance,

then the old house settles,

clean and serene,

sparkling tabletops,

walls that shine,

and a scent of love

that is yours and mine

 

take a break,

relax awhile,

take a deep, fresh breath,

cozy up and smile

 

November 14, 2009

 

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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Prescribed”

 

pill

 

 

Prescribed // by Jennifer Patino

 

it’s a meat puppet game / they’re playing / with my head / my brain / my feelings / but I must not surrender my soul //

horse pills / followed by the little red pills / don’t forget to take your pills / i won’t / don’t hurt yourself / i won’t / do you feel like hurting yourself? / i won’t answer / any side effects? //

dizziness / nausea / inducing while ingesting / my hands are shaking / i’m not eating / but my clothes aren’t fitting / i’m not trying to say you’re fat but, you’re definitely not skinny anymore / eat more this / don’t eat that / forget what i just said because things have changed now //

 

take more blood / blow more veins /
does it hurt? / this might hurt / tell me if it hurts //

 

they mean when

 

lost / brave / strong, but fading / candle wick burning low / it’s almost dawn / where has sleep gone? / i think this may be a vicious nightmare / a torturous punishment for an old crime / but it’s not / because it’s too real / it’s just too cruel / and too real

 

August 21, 2010

 

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#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “The Gale”

 

drops

 

 

The Gale // by Jennifer Patino

 

This rainstorm looks like a gale,

and I’m on the deck of my ship

staring out into all of the grey-ness,

but I remain dry on my covered front porch,

taking in the anger of the town

 

There is a hint of drug use in this town

 

A car cuts another off and I hear furious honking,

so I’m wondering what the purpose behind “laying on the horn” is,

I’m remembering how I once succumbed to its

passive aggressive nonsense in a near-death experience

a careless driver caused me to have

 

A couple starts fighting in the parking lot

of the convenience store across the street

just to prove my point,

that anger is the electricity keeping this place running

 

I start thinking about walking around

in the rain with my childhood friends,

I had a fear of manhole covers,

I never walked over them,

Sewers, we called them

 

Why?” one of them asked me,

He always thought he was so smart,

and I said, shyly and awkwardly,

Well, I uh…– heard there was sparkling electricity down there that might…

There’s just water! Water and electricity don’t mix! The whole world would blow up!

I accepted it

 

Now, at 27 I stare at the power lines dripping with water,

and the world is slowly blowing up

 

Maybe there is electricity running beneath us

and not quite enough water to put out our own fires,

so that’s why I prefer to keep my ship docked these days,

safe in the harbor,

for sea-worthy, I am not

 

August 25, 2010

 

 

#FlashbackFriday – Poetry – “Symphony”

shadowmist

Symphony // by Jennifer Patino

 

There are those

who pray by the glow of

the kitchen light

 

in the coverlets of billows,

the moon beaming bright

 

The sky – a direct

reflection of God

 

The night – birds call,

the moth’s wings answer

 

A melody;

soothing,

calm

 

An answered sigh,

the desert’s bitter breath

 

The chill, welcomed

because it makes them

 

feel alive,

warm inside

 

They can hear the stars twinkling,

eyes of the angels winking

 

There are those who smile

in the dark

for they are never

really alone,

in tune with

nature’s music,

 

they make it

their own

 

Each note of life, a gift,

every being in rhythm

to uplift

 

Blessed ones, chosen,

singing silently to themselves

 

Content, unafraid,

because now they are safe

 

Love lives in their eyes,

faith is felt in their cries

 

Wisdom is found

where the true self lies

 

May 13, 2014