Submissions by jagracia
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poet, painter, wanderer, and observer.
Lament for His Daughter
Where are you, child of mine?
The shadows of this
long afternoon
stretch before me
like some frightening thing.
A chill is in the air.
Still, I await you here
at the end of day
knowing you’ll never come.
You know I would have loved you.
You were my dreams
that never came true.
Where are you, my child?
Why were you never born?
The old man who would be your father
is dying.
The shadows of this
long afternoon
stretch before me
like some frightening thing.
A chill is in the air.
Still, I await you here
at the end of day
knowing you’ll never come.
You know I would have loved you.
You were my dreams
that never came true.
Where are you, my child?
Why were you never born?
The old man who would be your father
is dying.
#love
#dark
#dreams
#shadows
#metaphor
326 reads
3 Comments
Haiku XXXVII
fire in the sky
egotistical ashes
on a summer wind
egotistical ashes
on a summer wind
509 reads
6 Comments
desire...
I want to see joy through your eyes
feel sorrow through your heart
and feel life through your touch...
feel sorrow through your heart
and feel life through your touch...
646 reads
6 Comments
just two
Two things
I’m not good at,
so I avoid them
as much as
possible:
beginnings
and
endings...
I’m not good at,
so I avoid them
as much as
possible:
beginnings
and
endings...
561 reads
3 Comments
dark light
dark eyes
light soul
dark hair
far sight
a yearning
aroused,
moonlit
paradise…
light soul
dark hair
far sight
a yearning
aroused,
moonlit
paradise…
598 reads
11 Comments
Hollywood
I remember the old Hollywood
when Pinks was still sort of new
when Gardner Street Elementary
seemed a lot bigger,
when the flat we lived in
was not part of a Ralph’s parking lot,
when having a hamburger, french fries,
and a chocolate shake at Schwabs
was a big fucking deal,
when B actors could be seen eating lunch
at the hole-in-the-wall diners, still showing
a little dignity while they ate up their last dime,
when 77 Sunset Strip was a real place,
not just a driveway on TV
when Johnny Rivers opened at the
Sunset Strip Whisky before...
when Pinks was still sort of new
when Gardner Street Elementary
seemed a lot bigger,
when the flat we lived in
was not part of a Ralph’s parking lot,
when having a hamburger, french fries,
and a chocolate shake at Schwabs
was a big fucking deal,
when B actors could be seen eating lunch
at the hole-in-the-wall diners, still showing
a little dignity while they ate up their last dime,
when 77 Sunset Strip was a real place,
not just a driveway on TV
when Johnny Rivers opened at the
Sunset Strip Whisky before...
595 reads
14 Comments
flaws
although your flaws are many
they are all perfect...
they are all perfect...
609 reads
7 Comments
Darkness
A certain darkness,
the kind you feel in your sleep
is needed to see the stars…
to see the light…
to see me…
to see you…
the kind you feel in your sleep
is needed to see the stars…
to see the light…
to see me…
to see you…
493 reads
4 Comments
Faded...
The moon faded from my sky
only to appear in another night
I could not bear to look up…
only to appear in another night
I could not bear to look up…
509 reads
9 Comments
vision...
with my eyes closed
you are unclothed
don't you see?
you are unclothed
don't you see?
806 reads
16 Comments
drops...
a drop of rain
falls on my cheek -
am I crying?
falls on my cheek -
am I crying?
612 reads
11 Comments
On the discovery that life isn’t like the movies…
he stopped,
took a deep breath,
exhaled
slow
ly
took a deep breath,
exhaled
slow
ly
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17 Comments
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