From your lips, from your eyes
For my ears, to my brain
Time stands still and I laugh
Then that spark starts again
I curse your tongue,
Your humorous ways
Against my will
A laugh escapes
I hate the way you see me
The way you think I am
The sparks you light are not for you
The sparks are only mine
No sparks, no laughs
They’re not allowed
I beg you to quit
Or maybe I will
Away from your eyes,
Your lips and your tongue
No sparks have emerged
I’m back to the dark
It’s quiet and silent
I feel quite at home
At times I remember
A far away glow
About the Creator
Lily
Writer, Teacher Assistant, creator and believer in the law of attraction
Do you understand haiku?
Do you ever get sidetracked when writing? I do. I think it must be in the nature of the creative mind to draw connections and have a need to explore them. Since the World Wide Web became established in the 1990s, this has become a lot easier to do. The phenomenon being described as ‘going down a wormhole.’ Sometimes a distraction, but I have written some of my best work when I have disappeared down one web wormhole or another. It also happened in the days when most of my research was book based so we can't blame it on the internet. Book research was just slower. These days, guided by my AI friend, it is much, much quicker.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
This poem captures the tension between attraction and resistance so vividly. The push and pull of sparks, laughter, and self-restraint feels raw and relatable.
Lovely poem.