My poems.
“Watching the Waves at Midnight” by Jazmyne Bisquera
Souls belong to the water- buoys silently bobbing in place
That were thrown into the ocean and are drifting away.
Our spirits sing the sea’s siren songs,
The rumbling percussion of crashing waves
But bodies belong to the earth
Veins cling to the sand and bid us
Stay.
Our hearts beat to the pace of the tide
One-two, Three-four.
Answer their call,
And meet me at midnight.
“The Thinker” by Jazmyne Bisquera
One shoulder up,
One shoulder down.
A hand living humbly under your chin
And your right arm,
Resting on the chair,
Because it belongs there.
You are the God of sunsets
Master of midnight,
Lovechild of the Bermuda Triangle
And the promiscuous moon.
You are a child’s laugh,
Dreams, hopes, wishes
And Rubiks Cubes,
The smile on my face
As I watch the clouds float by
You are confusing and frustrating
And wonderful and lovely.
You are the one thing I can’t put my finger on
And I only wish that I knew
Just exactly how to understand you.
Free and Featherbrained 