Tag: Poetry

Days In Our Lives Together

ONE DAY IN OUR LIVES TOGETHER

I was with you for a while
every one of those moments I playback when I think of you
when my heart is calling out for yours to hear
your skin a shade of an angel
hair…I remember its smell tucked close under my chin
when you smiled the whole world became happy
and those eyes
they kept exploding my heart stretching it with love
you are the best thing that ever happened to me
a day that changed my life
so beautiful and full of hope…and my daughter
our bond and made up language only ours
will be forever
your laughter is what I hear the most, only it grows faint
those days I miss you so much it kills me a little bit more
reminds me how I am living with an empty heart
with a box full of memories
slowly losing what it feels like to have a pulse
as the pages of my mind bleed ink
disappearing the days of our lives together
all I have left are these words to keep going

Me and the End of Summer

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Red sky evenings 
I remember them 
stretched highway at eight o’clock 
over the overpass to watch  
there is one last summer night coming out to play 
my pace quickens to catch up 
traffic flies by this one road boy 
who is wandering far from what he can recognize
adventure must be the same no matter where you are 
until I pass by an old train track that divided two kinds 
no friends from either so I move on
you could hear blades of grass keep a cool breeze in check 
slowing down seconds for teenagers of the land 
to win toys, steal kisses, and lose ice cream 
it is impossible to be this alone  
with Carnival noises filling the air 
but the lights threaten shadows 
the stars show up, crowds filter, I am lost
walking forever on the eve of September 
heading back to the red road toward home 

Anxiety – Haiku

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as light goes away
darkness grows and consumes me
will the sun return

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Until…

A Harbour Night

Boats sway nestled to port
quietly breaking the ocean toward the shore
its laps catch my ear
then, I see
I watch as the moorings drip
counting seconds for no reason
high over in the charcoaling sky
chimney smoke rises, strangling the hills
there…
blips of buoy lights reach north and south
tomorrow to be a beautiful day
this, a story, a grandfather tale
to comfort me
as I am ushered home by the dear harbour
before it can sleep it sings
lending me its sounds for sweet dreams to come
allows me the harmony of its salty crests
until I turn my door in goodnight
I listen for the songs of the harbour

Just Before The Bridge

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four shadows passing by midnight 
the king, the jack, the ace, and the joker 
pushing and shoving…jousting in jest 
their laughter lulling the moon 
as street lights froze everything in time
and the world just slept 
shuffle and stroll in the wake of the chopping shore
they poked and praised, challenged some more 
free until the sun began to peek 
then they retreat with the dampening dew 
enough stories for a thousand tomorrows
from a single night
a key to a forever yesterday

Who Hurts More? – Haiku

When I see your tears
a million mirrors reflect
pain inside of me

A Night That Almost Lost Tomorrow

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That night was eternal 
drifting toward a forever sleep 
voices falling faint
thoughts of tomorrow escaping  
with time slipping away 
I walked toward a light I was not scared to follow
body still euphoria right there
but before the final second of a wasted life 
I found my soul 
it told me I was not broken
gave me the strength to awaken
promising another day to make up my mind

Celebrate Good Lines, Come On

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Hey everyone,

I would not sleep very well tonight if I did not let all my readers/followers know that I was approached to do a “spotlight on writers”. It is for my poetry. And, not only have I been approached, my interview has now gone live. Yes, the wonderful literary folks over at the website Spillwords, who I am already grateful to for having published several of my poems, have also reached out and offered me an opportunity to be a part of their about the author series. Not going to lie, it took me 0.1 of a second to respond and say yes, you bet I would and here we are, publish day. Spillwords set up the interview and the questions, and all I had to do was provide what I had hoped were interesting answers. Turns out, they were and you can see for yourself right here at this link direct to my very own spotlight page. Hope you enjoy it! – > https://spillwords.com/spotlight-on-writers-ash-douglas/

Beaten Heart – Haiku

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My heart beats loudest
for someone no longer there
keeping me alive