Fear of Flying

Fear of Flying

Written by Krissie

Always watching from the sidelines

Never the one at play

The quietest child on the class

With never much to say

Remember as you were growing

Those groups of laughing girls?

No smiles in your direction

You watched afraid, to give life a whirl

And growing up was hard

With no friend by your side

A wall was a good place to lean on

And somewhere you could hide

Always standing in the shadows

And never in the light

Giving up the battle

Without putting up a fight

So in quiet despair

Life slowly passed you by

In wasted years, when the person inside you

Never bothered to question why

Perhaps it was just a fear of flying

Of having to leave the ground

As going up was easy

Just much harder coming down.

Mirrors

Mirrors

Mirrors don’t do anything at all

They just reflect the opposite wall

They see a face

And start to trace

If that something in your eye

Is the look of love

Or just a fly

Who got caught in your lashes

Near your nose

A volcanic blemish grows

Is that blush colouring your face

The rapid spread of a flush

because the room was far too hot

Not so good, in this poor light

“Mirror”, “Please, DO be polite”

You walk away and hear it call

“You look just fine, just fine”,

I am convinced now

Mirrors don’t do anything at all!

Paper Lanterns

Paper Lanterns

Paper Lanterns

Swaying in the light

As evening falls

They fill with candle light

Aglow they look like

Paper gems

Suspended on long plastic stems

Paper shadows dancing in the dark

Each tiny lantern holds a tiny spark

Summer nights just perfect for these

Paper lanterns blowing in the breeze.

Midlife Crisis

Midlife Crisis

A touch of impulse as
discontent seeps out of every pore
Searching for the meaning of life
I’d never questioned before

Tell me mirror, why this sudden desire
Always catches me unaware,
In the silent whisper of the wind
That becomes a roar, when no one else is there

Yet there was a time in the distant past
When life poured out of my skin
Now that person is a stranger
Full of relentless yearning

I’ve begun to sound like my mother
I even hear her voice within
Perplexed by this unyielding urge
To find freedom before rigamortis sets in

Opportunity calls at the fork in the road
Change direction and run
Drop in, drop out
Grow alfalfa sprouts in the eastern sun

Do or die the fever of Lambada
Flamenco on a table in Spain
Take a risk, throw caution to the wind
Sail into the roaring surf of rain

Mirror, I sense feelings wild and new
Stir the discordant note within
Ride the storm as I journey
And shed this shrunken skin

Elation is almost within my grasp
Its light reflecting in my eyes
For the chrysalis now fully grown
Has just emerged as a butterfly.

Laughter - the best medicine!

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Headstart

Once in a while I like to see and design concrete poems. Here's one I wrote last year.

Autumn Mornings