poems for fathers day

I. black dress

i wore a black dress
long ago
on the day you chose to change
alter
my very being
before i knew
what you did

i arose from my bed
the morning before mourning
and somehow amidst the dash out the door
the black dress felt right
both times it was not what i had laid out
the night before.

i did it again
unconsciously, twice

today, so they tell me,
is fathers day.



II. (no title)

hollowed out
solidly
foul
moody girl
india ink dress
flutters amongst the pollen
downward she ducks
her sepia head
died.
permanently.
gone.

her mind tourturously replays
the day her hero had fallen
on the battlefield that was himself

and liquid eyes that reveal
the incessent depths of her sorrow,
hidden, yet submerged just underneath the surface

blue as the sky

beautiful girl
smart as a
whip cracked open just a bit

it doesnt just
ooze it
gushes loosely
and spurts and bursts
at times too much, too fast
and in all the wrong places

am i what you had hoped for?
for ever
and ever
you.
gone.
you.
a tidal wave that ripped through my life, leaving a wake
and grief.

III. dreamality

awake
from your slumber
dazed state
bleary confusion
muddled thoughts.
glazed,
hazy eyes
dulled
your soul,
each time.
and then you emerged
from the mist
amidst the reality
of your wildest dreams.
and your most unfathomable of nightmares:
feelings.