Writing

Riptide

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The happiest, and consequently, the saddest day of my life, on the beach I shall never forget.

 

Specks of black and gold

Under the blanket

Where we made love

Footprints in the sand

Surf pulsing

Tide washes away

Any remnants of you and I

Broken seaglass along the shore

Sand dollar not worth a dime

Cracked in pieces

Pummeled into dust

Dunes of sand

Grains spiral and dissipate into the air

Hearts made of shells

Crushed underfoot

Abandoned tide pools

Castles crumble dissolving into their moats

Sun suspends on the horizon

For a moment time stands still

Then slowly descends

With one final kiss

Waves break in rhythm

Stronger grows the riptide

Pulled farther away

Out to sea

 

Copyright 2016-1-31- L.M. Giannone

Writing

Solitude

tree-753069__1801The welcome state of solitude

to be myself and free

necessary route of escape

only place I can be me

away from external chaos

with all its noise and clamor

whilst beeps, whistles, ringtones, alarms

beat in my head like a hammer

drowning in all the cacophony

thoughts so muted and muffled

trampled on and over by masses

losing myself in the shuffle

to hide myself away from sight

in seclusion of private space

quiet moments in resounding splendor

away from life’s frenetic pace

a cave where I can hibernate

away from pressure and expectation

no need for pretense and put up a front

a welcome respite of contemplation

a cave where I can hibernate

where I can be alone with me

enjoying silence, peace and calm

to think, breathe and just be

 © 2016-7-21- L.M. Giannone

 

Writing

Not Me

spectacles-1398424__340I’m not who you think I am

Was never whom you thought I was

I couldn’t play the part

That you needed me to just because

I’m not one to be cornered

Nor one to be tamed

Won’t ever be captured

On a pedestal I can’t remain

I’m much too independent

Unwilling to settle down

Too much a free spirit

Anything more I’d drown

It pains me to hurt you

An illusion I cannot be

Some lucky woman will capture your heart

But that woman just isn’t me

You fell in love with a shadow

In shades and hues unreal

I can’t reciprocate actions, words

Or feelings I do not feel

You see me through a veil

Blind to imperfections and scars

Looking through rose-colored glasses

With your head too high in the stars

I will always be haunted

By words I couldn’t say

You deserve so much better

Out of love I couldn’t stay

I know it hurts like hell

But in time you’ll heal

And you’ll find someone else

Who’s worthy of you for real

 

Copyright 2016-4-24- L.M. Giannone

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