The Poetry Archive
Created | Updated Jul 17, 2002
The Poetry Archive
for ametropia
Due to problems with formatting on my personal space, I've had to move these extra poems to a different Guide Entry. But that isn't such a bad thing, because I think I will try to keep a library of my work here and in other entries so everyone can see what I do.
The Need to KnowThere's something incredible about the dawn
and I can't even describe it
without turning it into some useless cliche
But its there, reaching out to everyone
if you take the time to look.
Most people can live their entire lives
never having seen the sun rise.
They must have a lot of confidence,
or faith, in Nature
to assume its always going to return
the next morning
I need to see it for myself --
Its overwhelming, never being sure
not as crazy as it sounds
how do you know it will be there
when you truly need it?
- written Feb 22/2002, © ametropia (Nesi)
Change of PaceLike water rushing t'wards a jagged cliff
into a rest well deserved where nothing conquers
not at all
no dominance, or effort moved to hold
or stray meandering brooks from solid banks.
This new and shiney place takes its chance
struggles to be something its not
which doesn't mean it wasn't meant to be
a common misconception
Don't let dreams abide by forceful tides that
sweep away ambition dressed as something else.
When rapids calm
seclusion in desire and time bound only by
independence, then decisions once made for
desperation are put to hold their own -
Can't be done, and freedom's place secured
as puddles formed by tidal masses past
become the present.
- written Feb 18/2002, © ametropia (Nesi)
WitnessThe poem "Witness" is in another location -- please follow this link
- © ametropia (Nesi)
The ChildI
Everything drowns in grey overtones
and people, unaware of cautious sight,
step gently to avoid dark holes
and prune the flowers 'round the outer rim.
Except, one child, a curiosity of sorts
with ice-fresh eyes and straw-toned hair
turns back to move against the crowd.
II
Something no one ever saw in a black and white world
their backs to see and faces to ignore
This light that seems the end of Earth, he sees
with piercing gaze, and reaches, feels, but cannot touch
and lives in life like no one ever tried.
Music from a far off place, a song
a smile, in faded pink, yet lost.
III
Grand innoncence beauty doth abide
to fight lurking clouds, moored above the lake -
but nurture's strained, and Nature can't contend
the fog and mist, unknown, conspire defeat.
And turning from the bright horizon here
he takes the only hand he ever knew
and dies.
- © ametropia (Nesi)
The Waking WorldThere's nothing more clear
staring at you, blankly
with a sinister grin
It pulls and holds you down
in a self-contained sphere
where images die
Nothing could ever save you
from a pre-constructed fate
just like everyone else
Where have all the dazzled mind-flights gone
when all is still and no one sleeps
dreams have come and gone
If you do only one thing -
turn around, (and) close your eyes
don't move
this is where it all ends
everything you thought could be
cannot.
- © ametropia (Nesi)
It's Not RightWords are tired as shaded sand
and twice as timeless.
Lies taint truth
on which these fragile moments stand
Clear indifference for one final time
marks such placid steps away
from all that made a star-strived life.
And then -
Silence
pure reflection
Something like nature's eye within the rage
No more cries above the storm
and whispers pain the ears
with piercing clarity.
When something screams through roaring air
then nothing hears but for some fated god
returns lost speech, in nothing more
than what it was
and nothing left behind.
- © ametropia (Nesi)
Dancing VisionsThere's a lake behind the baseball field
and a bridge, (once) a dam
Families used to swim there; people, children
until Modern Nature's blood turned them away
and now there's silence
ghosts of happiness dance to a melodic flute
played with care and purpose.
The dam's been broken
but the water's high today.
I can't go down there at night
something calls to me
I can almost see it, through an eerie mist
not really there.
Unapproachable, maybe not by someone stronger
or someone less receptive?
pulling closer, faster
like some earthly black hole
don't look at it.
But in daylight its very different
and they all dance
to perfect notes
just for me.
- © ametropia (Nesi)
WaitingI realize now that if I wait
I lose my ability to write
and I don't even know why
I'm still the same person
who put her thoughts to words
(and) gave them life
in all these pages.
Now I stare blankly
like an artist at a canvas
waiting, for some inspiration
but that's never the way it worked.
Somehow representing my time
just waiting; always waiting
now stands to ruin who I am.
That's why I cannot wait
stop and give it one more chance
in hopeful memories (passing through)
I lose everything to Time
to false things and stolen words
that stalk my conscious mind
with bloody footspets no one tracks.
I shouldn't wait
but I do
and drown.
- © ametropia (Nesi)
