Well-travelled

by t.a. faust

Torn like bath tissue,
discarded, wasted, and used.
Here sits exhaustion.

Other Poetry

Colors that vibrate
Spaces that echo with light
Movement within words

Word of the day:

Words have true power

they move armies, inspire art,

and challenge the norm

Symptoms

Sometimes I feel sick.
It's a green ooze, sticky, stinks.
An internal slime.

Other times I'm fine,
Head up, smiling wide, golden.
A beacon of pride.

Then those other days,
where I don't feel anything.
Those are the worst ones.

What's the solution...

what prescription do I take?

I've heard of one... love.

For my niece

Tipsy Toddler Tips

a guide to stay vertical

by me, t.a. faust

Tip One for Toddlers:

Use your hands more actively!

Grab on to couches.

Even walls can help,

while walking winding hallways,

palms bracing you up.

Tip Two for Toddlers:

Beware elevation change.

Small steps can trip you!

Watch your footing close,

placement plays important parts,

mind each obstacle.

Tip Three for Toddlers:

Nap-times increase production;

take short breaks often.

If you don't relax

(runners require much resting)

you'll sleep through playtime!

Salt

Adrift

by t.a. faust

a sailor at sea

gazing towards the future

distant horizon

plot the twisted course

mark the safe harbours ahead

prepare for action

now trim the wet sails!

stroke the creaking oars, pull, pull!

crashing waves to ride

breathe that salted air

taste memories left behind

keep the keel steady

mysterious seas

that cerulean temptress

a trickster at heart

distractions abound

maintain that plotted course

safety lies ahead

That old balcony...

my favorite place

by t.a. faust

old flowing glass spot

refracting the bay below

a seaside vista

musty brown armchair

worn soft by a thousand butts

creaking with its age

a towering king

standing opposed by his twin

dark army of wood

piping hot teapot

serene, sanguine, ceramic

pourable pleasure

on plain wooden shelves

the browning paperback books

patiently waiting

Folly's Fate

by t.a. faust

Frustrated feelings.
find footing in foolish fears.

Forever fighting.

Breathe

Draw in that cold air
Ask the world for a refund
A lost warrantee

There is no receipt
For breaths you haven't taken
Or unspoken words

There's just one option
To keep on breathing deeply
Taste that history

These Chains

I'm tired of dreaming,
of yearning for unreachables.
I'd much rather rest.

Give me silent sleep!
When I close my tired orbs
let them see nothing.

Pictures of lost days
and of friendships far away.
These are out of reach.

Mobility

Creation is free
It's a movement in your mind
A dance from within

Feathers

Her wings beat the air

lift, pull, climb, upwards and gone

an angelic glimpse

Invisible

What if they forget?

What if I am forgotten?

What will happen then?

I'll just disappear;

slip into obscurity.

Like I never Was.

So why the effort?

Why shouldn't I give up now,

stop trying so hard.

These questions persist

resounding over again,

but I shake them off.

Despite misgivings

or doubts echoing around

I must continue.

It is more than Want,

it's Responsibility,

to me, to myself.

This life is so brief.

We have only moments here.

Make an impression.

Under a Rock

Waiting for something...

Inspiration eludes me

Mysterious muse

Sharp cuts

Shadows from the past
Ugly memories awoke
Painful reminder

Near and Far

Like a lost stranger

Peering through alien eyes

I wander unknown

Ssssswitch...

by t.a. faust

Dark, dreary midnight
Dripping madness down deeper
A dim, dismal murk

A sudden shifting

Splitting stark infinity

Night's lights going out

Crisp, clear clarity

Calm washing over my eyes

Waking from a fog

El Primero Noche

by t.a. faust

sunset waves crashing

lights glowing in the distance

a lonely romance

Breaktime

My Escape
by t.a. faust

Heading who knows where,
off like a herd of turtles.
And away we go!

Drained Dry

by t.a. faust

the tub lies empty

all remnants of washing gone

a porcelain void

no buckets to fill

water's turned off anyway

dust is collecting

a dim bulb flickers

it's final signs of life end

darkness fills the void