Gaze (Etheree)

Gaze,

transfixed

soul-to-soul.

Glistening lights

hidden in the depths;

Earnest perception dawns!

Riveted to umber orbs–

circling the event horizon–

Transfixed moments of understanding….

conjoined ephemeral intimacy……

∞   ≈ ♥≈   ∞

This poem demonstrates my ability to write a beautiful mess of BS.  Must be my Scotch-Irish heritage!  But, like George, “I cannot tell a lie”.  The REAL story behind this lovely poem is not at all romantic and a whole lot of horrifying:

Last week I  went to Arizona for vacation.  [More on that in another post!]  I found myself packed in the aisle of an airplane with barely enough room to take a deep breath.  For some reason the line was at a standstill.  I don’t do standstill very well, so to cope I went into a semi-trance for an unknown length of time.  Was it seconds?  Minutes?  All I know is that I came to a gradual awareness that my gaze was transfixed on a person.  A man with an olive-gray ball cap.  I felt like I was waking up from a dream as his eyes slowly swam into clear focus.

“Wow!” thought I, “now THAT is eye candy….what gorgeous eyes….”

I slowly roamed over his face, appreciating the finer points while I was stuck like a sardine in the line, my thoughts something like ” He ROCKS that beard.  Wait, what am I saying, I hate beards!  But darn, he should be a beard model….I’ll call him………… Mr Munchtastic!” 🙂

Now I was a little puzzled, because this isn’t me at all, so I was curious as to why I was reacting in such an unusual manner.  The words of this etheree poem began to pleasantly percolate…..

Wait, something isn’t right.  A wave of confusion washed over me, and I felt my eyes get sucked back into his.  He was staring back, a little smile on his face….like he knew me….HUH?

Weird how sometimes recognition comes in a slow trickle, but seconds later I felt my eyes start to bug out at him with dawning horror.

“Do I KNOW those eyes?”  (Um, I think it’s time to BLINK now!)

“Yikes, I DO know those eyes!”

“Oh gracious I am ogling Dr C!  And I think he knows it! AHHH!”

What to do? What to do?  I was still sucked into this gaze that I couldn’t break and I could feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck.

“Ok, focus! Does he recognize me?  OMG I think he DOES!  AHHHH!!”

Plan of attack needed!  Cheeky Smile?  No?  Finger wave?  No?  Wink at him? Well, maybe in my young hot days, lol!

By this time I was in a panic.  There was no way I could say a casual “hi” and not act like an idiot.   So the cowardly way out presented itself with a whispered  “Pretend you didn’t see him….”

“That’s so rude!  I couldn’t!  Dr C is ‘da bomb’ and  the nicest doc in our hospital!  He helps the kids in my unit so much!……. Plus I am glued to his eyeballs; how would I extricate myself?”

Just slide your eyes casually over his hat then keep sliding them up….”

And I did just that.  I am such a doofus……

Now how do I act when I see him next?  “Sorry my eyes were not behaving themselves Dr C?”

[FACEPALM]

 

Etheree poem: 10 lines, each syllable increases by one starting with one syllable (or 10 if going the other way).

Joy and Grief (Etheree)

Grief;
Sadness
bubbles up,
superheated,
from woe-striken pools
as thought melts away vile
tinged thoughts, leaving smeltered gold.
Mournful regrets give thoughts unsaid
impact as synaptic scars adhese.
Life-long memories, caged and cataloged.

Love layers grief with burnished retention
as burdensome thought is replaced with
helium delight. Memory,
sorted with rose-washed glass,
recalls ardent yearning;
irritation lost,
reflection now
the greatest
comfort;
Joy

Etheree: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.  Often used to contrast opposite ideas.

Worlds Apart (Etheree)

Words

Written

Heart woven

Eyes linked to page

Half a world away

Two sides of an earth mold

Our minds dance intricately

Passion spikes with instant response

Words fly through arterial web flow 

You are my Q-R-S; I am your T

–♦–♦–♥-♥–♦–♦–

Our words reach through untold miles. A loved one can be half a world away yet so close to ones’ heart.

Etheree poem: 10 lines, each syllable increases by one starting with one syllable (or 10 if going the other way).

Stolen (Etheree)

Mine!

Reclaim

priceless art–

a dreamers’ ache—

Antiquity sold

stings like venomous asp!

Treacherys’ stolen repose….

Forgiveness curdles my stomach

as I vomit out expletives!

Generations raped from my stewards’ grasp.

I wrote a series of poems following a devastating robbery.  This poem describes my feelings after losing a family heirloom entrusted to me.

Etheree Poetic Form: 10 line stanza, each line increasing the syllable by 1.

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Tossed Away (Etheree)

Years of Loyalty, Plans for Future Bliss

Tossed Away with Scribbled Note

Rudderless Unravelled Life Plan

Benumbed Pain Slumbers Within

Swallowing Throat-Ached Tears

Holding Passions’ Grip

This Memory

Awakens

Longed for

Past

I had a devastating event a long time ago.  My boyfriend of 2 1/2 years broke up with me by letter, throwing me into suicidal depression.  While we have forgiven each other, now and then the pain resurfaces.  This poem releases some of the pain in poetic form.

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Rage (Etheree)

Rage….

uncaged

my mind roars

emotions soar

trapped in wild-eyed craze

clarity stripped hate-haze

impulse driven mindless roar

violence strikes, evens the score

hysterical screams, mouth-choking oaths

shredded sibilant words rake us  both

This was an attempt to debrief myself and describe what I felt after a monumental fight.

Etheree: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Pillowed Grief (Etheree)

Two

Pillows

Two people

One on each side

Together…. alone

Pretense of happiness

Reality hiding…. grief

Sobbing tears drench this yawning space

Clutching its’ cold inanimate form

Loving hold….fantasy fairy dreams….SOMEDAY

♦♦♦

Relationships in difficulties take the stress to bed, and this can be the loneliest part of the sorrow.  This was an attempt to describe the sadness associated with the lonely hours at night.

Etheree: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Broken Wings (Etheree)

Lost

ardor,

sensuous

thought envelops

frozen memory,

melting failed fairy dust.

No escape from locked despair.

Unblessed, troubled relationship;

these feelings screaming into dark night

as broken fairy wings…… surrender flight.

  ♦           ♦           ♦

Sometimes when current relationships are falling apart, one dreams of what one once had.  This was an attempt to describe my feelings on this topic.

Etheree Poetic Form: Consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables. Etheree can also be reversed and written 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

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