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Chance Meeting

19 Thursday Sep 2013

Posted by Raven Whyte in Fantasy, Human interactions, Poetry

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Free Verse, surrealism

It was one of those days
when you feel as though
you are the only one
in all of creation
that is conscious.

That everyone else
is a part of the mass
not really awake
shambling to their destinies
unthinking
like zombies
or lemmings
or something.

She was the one
who felt alive
as if only she
was lucid.

In a world
where she could almost feel
like an almost crackling
a sense that
somehow
the world was more for her
right now
than at any other moment
on any other day.

More vibrant
more colourful
more crisp
more being
like she could breathe in the colours
and feel the scents
because everything
seemed more than real
she knew there was a word
to describe it
and started trying to remember
what t was
when…

She saw him
and he saw her
and suddenly there were two in this world
outside of all worlds
and she actually jumped
it looked like he did too
so she felt guilty
and nodded at him
across a swarm of sleeping sheep
she going up an escalator
he going down
their moments crystallizing there and then for an instant
then they both
continued on their journeys.

It was odd
almost surreal
first because it had happened
second because of how he looked
thid because just as suddenly
the world was normal again
and when she looked again
he was gone
surreal
as if he had never been there.

He looked very suave
well dressed in his way
everything about him was brown
dark mahogany skin
a dark chocolate leather trenchcoat
or duster
she was not sure which
and a hat like Indiana Jones’
but made from leather
not in a raw way
in a very expensive way
uniquely classy
from head to foot
in a style that stood out
on that warm day.

A few days later
in the mall across the road
she turned left after the stairs
and almost walked into him
they recognized each other
he tipped his hat with a faint smile
she touched her forehead with a faint smile
neither stopped
neither knew if they should
it was all so surreal
and she never saw him again.

It stayed with her though
it affected her
in a way she could not express
so instead she expressed it by
writing a story
about a girl
who met someone
who was not
exactly
there.

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Epiphany

17 Tuesday Sep 2013

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epiphany, Free Verse

Sometimes when you’re looking
at the same old crap
in the same old way
and you wish
you didn’t have to do it
day after day
and your mind starts to wander
like it’s cast adrift
and you’re saying hi to Gilligan
and you want to take a break
and you look at it again
that meddlesome muddlesome mess
and WTF?
WHY DIDN’T I SEE THAT BEFORE?
OH SHIT!
AND IF I DID THAT TO THIS
AND GROUPED THEM TOGETHER THIS WAY
AND OHMYGAWD!
WHY DIDN’T I SEE THIS BEFORE?
IT’S SO AWESOME!
IT SOLVES ALL THOSE PROBLEMS!
IT WORKS!

damn, my intelligence surprises me sometimes 🙂

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Nature 3

16 Monday Sep 2013

Posted by Raven Whyte in Nature, Poetry

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Structured Verse, tree poetry

Leaf Poetry

Sometimes on the days
when the wind is just right
and I need a break
from my day to day life
I sit in the park
for just awhile
and listen
to tree poetry.

Soft rustling voicing
crooning melodical
leaves work together
in languages surreal
whispering messages
secrets forgotten
winds in the willows
to speak ancient lore.

Each kind of tree
with a voice all its own
all played like instruments
when the wind roams
each piece of melody
part of the all
shimmering leaves that will stay there
but only till fall.

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Frustration

15 Sunday Sep 2013

Posted by Raven Whyte in Human interactions, Poetry

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Free Verse

you are just starting to feel
life is starting to work for you
and the walls come tumbling down

something happens
something unexpected
and it seems like
all the months it took you to get this far
are gone

all the little things
all the small achievements
seem like nothing
one step foward
two steps back

and you try to say
it’s a lesson
and you try to learn
what you can
but what you learn
is that you are broke
again

you try to avoid debt
you try to save
for emergencies
but debt tackles you
and brings you down

and it seems
like your friend can do fine
and youe brother can do fine
and that guy who treats people like dirt does fine
but you don’t

and you feel
chained
to a ball

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Nature 2

04 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by Raven Whyte in Nature, Poetry

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Free Verse, grass poetry

Sometimes under the sleepy sun
on a summer day
in a greengold field
I watch the wind and the breeze
play catch me if you can
in the grass

Waves of light and shadows
rippling currents
swishing sounds
reminiscent of rivers and brooks
as the field becomes fluid
like waves

Sometimes flattened
a susurrus of swishling
sometimes weaving
in sound and light
a symphony
only butterflies
can understand

Louder then softer
closer then farther
like a giant hand
playfully flattening the field
a piece at a time
then leaving it
to become itself again

Grass poetry.

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Nature 8

04 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by Raven Whyte in Fantasy, Poetry, Whimsy

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Free Verse, nature, wind poetry

A wind in my ear
that is not quite there
but merely the suggestion
of a whisper.

It sings to me softly
in the deep of the night
filling something of the emptiness
with a companionship
not quite real.

Perhaps I imagine it
an ethereal pigmentation
formed of shadow and whimsy
and not really there.

Perhaps it is just me
finding a way
to feel better
when I feel alone.

I take it and leave it
only listening at those times
that the depth of night’s sky
reaches into me.

Maybe it’s my mind
giving nature a song
so I forget to feel
like an infinitesimal speck of dust
in a vast dark universe
more empty than full
for just a moment.

It’s just there though
so usually I don’t think about it
or worry about it
cause it’s simply a shiver of whimsy
a wind in my ear.

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