Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Open To It (lyrical)

Daily Listening

Before eyes open,
I close tighter, hold on harder.
Just one glimpse at just the right moment
sends me on my way.
Have to be open to it,
wherever,
The day

Mirrors reflect my eyes,
redder or white, contrast blue,
deepening hue.
Sunlight bright could dive into you,
on brown-gold grain.
Glint crush sinks deep
beneath our summer weight.

Decisions were made,
as perpetual mornings remind.
When lids unseal,
I have to be open to it,
cast away fright of another night endured
alone.

Too much fabric gathers
from fists clenched tight.
Questions of 'where were you'
echo from a fool.
I’d be happy to see you
remove those heels at the threshold.

But I wasn’t open to it,
before pavement echoed final regret.
A fool clears orbs, shutters
with too much might,
windows clasp tight.
This room dries remaining sight.

I should've been open to it,
let the shower cleanse a scent
down drain to heaven or hell?
I can be open to it,
if given enough time,
wash pain from memory sublime.

For now, rock in this corner,
stare at shadows slow motion.
Thick drapes go to work
until night arrives, anew, like hope.


7.12.22
10.5.22 edited, maybe too much. We'll see



When I reread this now I’m reminded of how one word inspires another word as the poem builds, continuing downstream a page. I’m reminded that I have to keep my eyes on the intended destination, but be open to any insight revealing along the way, because they can inform even more than just the initial impulse to write a thing down. For all I know, some part of my subconscious tries to be heard in this poetic forum, yearning to be beautiful, worthy of love, validation. With fullest meaning properly projected, perhaps consumable, accessible to someone else who can relate, a connection forms that I cannot get in personally, but hopefully in a blog life.