Life is Lie

Mesmerized by the crystal silence

Of a 4’oclock morning

I still my breath and listen

To the sound of your heart.

I remember the days

when every beat

Called me closer,

Every touch was a whisper

Every thought was a blurred

Sensation waiting to be filled.

Time was insignificant

Without an end or beginning

Yet it did what it always does

And passed unknowingly,

Carrying us blindly along.

Here. It is now, this minute,

This day of yet another lie.

The still of the pre-dawn passed

To frenzied morning noise.

You stir and I pretend to sleep

I hear the coffee begin to drip

A baby cries. The dog is waiting

At the door…

The Color of a Whisper

Today I learned
The color of a whisper
As it dipped right by
My sleeping ear…
Breathless and sweet
Quite yellow and bright
It folded itself
Lazily across my brow.

It swept down
My lashes then carefully
Danced along my nose
Dropping The scent of love
Into a forgotten dream
Before fading quietly
Into a Haze of modern noise

In a corner
Of a grunge colored
coffee shop
Behind a half raised shade
I watch the steam rise
From my comfort mug
And twirl along the
Rays of a quickly
Setting sun

A sip of
Sweet surrender
Brings a warmth
That fills my mind
With the color
of your softest voice

Here’s to a
chamomile memory
In the softest shade of gray
One that smells like laughter
In the early summer rain.

©Lyn Geist 2019

Who Pays a Poet?

Wrapped tightly in a poets mind
Just above the threshold
Rich with unspent emotion
Lie the vast empathic
Expanse of every tortured
Soul begging for an ear.

Listen. Poets hear
What isn’t spoken
Caressed and loved
They wrap it gently
Adding it to their collection
Of broken things.

They build an inner voice
And contain its steady hum
Until it becomes a roar.
It spills over like a boiling
pot on the fire and
Becomes a constant reminder of times best forgotten.

Surrendering relieves the pain
As it always does
Release is sweet, thoughts are rich
Yet the page is blank.
Forming words from
Memories and expectations
Let’s the unknown become known.

The effort to live in
Gently wrapped memories
And through vulnerable words
Threatens the delicate balance
Between happiness and despair.
Danger lurks as lips move
Across the page
Everyone’s a critic.

Thou shalt not fear
For the expressions
Hanging from the cuff
Are pressed between
Solid bound covers
Placed On a dusty shelf.
Upon their death
Memory stirs in those
Left behind.

Searching for answers
Their life is dusted off and
Pages are carefully turned
Until they become
Bigger than what they were.
Now infamous, they shall
Finally be heard…

Life is a Lie

Mesmerized by the crystal silence
Of a 4’oclock morning
I still my breath and listen
To the sound of your heart.
I remember the days
when every beat
Called me closer,
Every touch was a whisper
Every thought was a blurred
Sensation waiting to be filled.
Time was insignificant
Without an end or beginning
Yet it did what it always does
And passed unknowingly,
Carrying us blindly along.
Here. It is now, this minute,
This day of yet another lie.
The still of the pre-dawn passed
To frenzied morning noise.
You stir and I pretend to sleep
I hear the coffee begin to drip
A baby cries. The dog is waiting
At the door…

Loyalty

An old redwood fence,
grayed and cracked from years
Beneath an unforgiving sun
Wraps itself proudly
Around a red stone house.
It has seen young lovers grow old
And watched children flourish
And play under its watch
Only to leave and start a life
of their own.
It Stands proudly now as if
The weeds and wild flowers
Were kingly adornment
And pretends not to notice
It’s usefulness has passed.
Under the hot sun it sits
Embracing the broken red house
Steadfastly, Refusing to fall.

Subtle Moment

My eyes met yours
Quite by accident.
A glance across the room
As I listened to polite conversation,
Not really looking at anyone
Until you stepped through the door.
You filled what space was left
In an already crowded room.
I noticed your dark hair
Contrasted nicely
against your white shirt.
As your eyes looked into mine
Muffled conversation died
And I heard only the
Beat of my heart.
Looking away for the
Briefest of moments
I caught my breath.
Uncertainty turned to dissapointment
As I looked again
And you were gone.
The room suddenly turned
Cold and loud with chatter.
A forgotten void crept
Along the walls of my heart.
Only a moment but I’d
Never be the same.

Her Name

Her name,
carried by the evening breeze
Swept past the cherry tree
and danced around the dark vacant walls of the old Hanson place.
I could hear it still as it lunged into the canyon below,
And it echoed in my ears like a lost love.
From the darkest corner of my mind
And the brightest spot in my heart
Memories came crashing around me.
I closed my eyes which only served to breathe new life into every scene.
Under the yellowed glow of a city street light,
I stood and I waited.
I whispered, “don’t go” and flung my arms wide as though I could capture her name in the wind.
Garbage drifted past as I gazed
At a man walking his little dog.
He didn’t look at me. Was I really there?
Maybe I was just a dying name in the wind.

I Am

I’m a morning cup of coffee
And A nighttime lullaby
I’m the twenty in your pocket
And Your very last goodbye.
I’m the lake atop a mountain
Clear and Crisp and cold
I’m the fortune in the cookie
And the halo made of gold.

I’m told there are exceptions
To every single rule
I’m the sinner I’m the saint
I’m the canvas and the tool.
I’ll be certain that I love you
Til my mind is filled with doubt
And when the day is over
I’ll be humble, I’ll be proud.

I’m confusing and confused
I’m restless but at peace
I’m the silence in the echo
And the darkness that you breathe.
So if you ever wonder
If I’m the fire or the flame
I’m the light inside the darkness and when your lost I am the way 

Desperate Plea

Darkness hurls forward at lightening speed
Colorscapes drain to faded gray
The cool air soothes my flaming skin
As I kneel down to pray.
I listen to the crickets sing
Hear the distant chime of bells
Look into the moonless sky
Hear the stories that it tells.
Cloaked in bitter hearbreak
Shoes are gray and worn
Old breath escapes my trembling lips
Tears fill my eyes once more.
My heart can see her beauty
Her brilliant bright green eyes
But Her smiles’ a faded memory
She was my angel in disguise
My saving grace my steady hand
The only light I ever knew
She saw the good and loved the bad
Her heart was pure and true.
If God could only hear my cry
He’d send her back to me
So I scream into the darkness
God hear my desperate plea…