IMPROMPTU #17: JEFF GRIFFIN

fretting fog

yellow garden path

abandoned street

time to spread the sky  

on a table in the evening   

the point placed to follow the logic behind glass windows and october

this massage muzzle after the rising edge

to soften the yellow smoke

glass windows modify minutes curled around the known

inverse time you've known them all

I am the night

interfere in the morning

the afternoon and the way we know

already know

more voices under the eyes think

fall death to know that my music

dare to measure my life   

you're all I started

sleep peaceful quiet distress

afternoon lunch   

a well-known sea window through the narrow streets in the evening

to see the long dirt finger implementation    

tired cry of the prophet authority

imposed quickly   

ocean at sunset time  

as I smile then

not Prince Hamlet

I have another song

I wake to sleep in the voice of the wind blowing

people do not think uh water

we drown

scarf beach stroll

Source poem: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot.    

http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-17-jeff-griffin/

IMPROMPTU #16: CHRISTIAN BÖK

 http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/impromptu-16-christian-bok/

Climbing

I remember

Her little hands 

Clutching the edge

Of her playpen;

Her toes as she tried 

To climb 

The mesh 

That surrounded her.

I watched from far,

Caught her before 

She fell over the edge.

I'm watching,

I watch myself from far.

Caught in the dark mesh of grief

That surrounds me

My hands holding on,

As I try to climb out.

I hope I can catch me,

If I fall.

Two of Us

Sinking

in thoughts,
in questions
with no satisfying answers,
in complex contradicting realities,
in an existence
where day after day
it becomes clearer
that body and soul,
companions in journey,
will never unite.

Who am I?
Am I anything
in your day?
I am a face,
that follows you
in a desert
eyes that read you,
mind that sees beyond,
body stuck in place and time.
Soul?

Soaring.

I look around,
wait,
and though
I cannot see you,
you are here.

You could be anywhere
in this city,
driving, dining,
with friends,
in the arms of a loved one.

Wherever you are tonight,
you are here.

Fragments

close eyes
not to sleep,
but to re-live
days,
parts of days.
 
spirits behind faces,
words said,
thoughts heard,
differences, similarities,
boundaries.

we were separated only to unite.

Loss

Disconnected

Gone... Lost...

Darkness... Ship... Sea...

Alone, all alone…

Questions... No answers…

Wind... Cold...

Pain... Unbearable pain…

Barely surviving...

Hanging on…

Just one more day…

Faces... Noises... Strangers…

Try... Keep trying...

Smile... Pretend…

Remember... Dream…

Think... Try... Think…

Work, work harder…

No way…

Give up…

Waves... Drown...

Suffocate...

***

Sun... Sand... Waves…

Survived?

Breathe slowly…

Miss you…

Search for you,

You’re not there

I close my eyes ... search within

And find you in my soul,

I hear your voice

Humming a tune

And the bitter tears

Can't ease the pain

Can't stop the agony of missing you my dear.