POETRY: A Vase that is Lacking…

A Vase that is Lacking…

I see the swirling black smoke consuming my vision,

While my soul and heart undergo a painful transition,

All walls now destroyed, vulnerable for the taking,

Happiness so close but a heart is left aching.

 

A cat chasing a mouse, who cannot yet love,

A soft hand protected by a lathery glove,

Potential stayed storming in a secret compartment,

Two eyes locked under a powerful enchantment.

 

Tables turning with chairs creaking and cracking,

The bird of love screeches, a vase that is lacking,

Flowers left with no nutrients to thrive and survive,

Two souls could have been one with both hearts alive.

 

A gleaming line was tied on one side then the other,

Until one side breaks to protect and take cover,

The tied side quivers, shakes, extends outwards,

But time has twisted these knights into cowards.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ I focused greatly on my use of imagery and metaphors to drive the narrative of this poem. Thoughts?

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POETRY: Paralysation

Paralysation

I drifted freely through the air,

Content with never quite being caught,

Then I eased into your love and care,

My untrained heart began to be taught.

 

No label slammed upon my head,

And with a brave smile you agreed to it all,

Cadged like a bird was what I had dread,

But, your strength began to fall.

 

As we went on with the same routines,

You yearned to hold and to have me,

So, you burnt and stamped down your feelings,

‘Cause I was content with leaving it be.

 

We acted like lovers, some called us cute,

At times you believed my actions,

They weren’t a lie but I hid the truth,

My thoughts became personal captions.

 

Eventually it came, we both feel the same!

As my heart became unhidden,

I poured out my soul and offered you tame,

The lion into a kitten.

 

Then came the shock, the heartbreak, the rock,

That caused the realisation,

That you had stamped, burnt, and had got,

Into a state of paralysation.

 

It took me too long, to open my heart,

You can’t make yourself trust this action,

Now we’re back to just friends, with time apart,

Feelings undergoing retraction.

 

The lesson learnt here, is that the fear,

Can halt you in your path,

So hurdle and jump when you’re so near,

To find true happiness at last.

 

By Jody Dontje

POETRY: Trust (Hidden Lock and Key)

Trust (Hidden Lock and Key)

Trust can be a tenuous thing, I must say,

I must say.

A key that cannot be just given away,

On any such day, no way, no way!

 

It needs to be built upon a stable foundation,

Worked to be kept in the proper condition,

With two people resisting unfaithful temptation,

To withstand storms should be the main mission.

 

Trust can be an unstable thing, still to this day,

Still to this day.

A lock that is sacred and hidden away,

Protect it each day, keep disasters at bay.

 

By Jody Dontje