Wince

A wince from somewhere deep inside
Infrequent and forgotten
At least what I’ve convinced myself;
The feeling is uncommon

No purpose dwelling on these gasps
Which float between the breaths
Besides, I can just sit a while;
And wait till lungs depress

A pinch from place I cannot reach
And never seem to scratch
Whatever here is lost from me
Can’t fit within a patch

Enormous in its subtlety
Elephantine in the room
Will I ever grant it credence?
Or will I take it to my tomb?

-Galwyn

 

Ragging

Preened so clean by love-me-nots
And nocturnal intentions
Fruitless in all frugal spots
And limp in all dimensions

Stemed from shallow rooted woes
And hoes that cut too deep
You could surely rise above
While lesser flowers sleep

But morning sun relays the fact
Of where you laid your seed
You weren’t a flower all along
Just an execrable weed

-Galwyn

 

Gaia

It wasn’t the swaying trees
The colored reefs
The myriad birds, bees, seas or anemones

It wasn’t the falling stars
The chirping frogs
The beautiful scales which flail from estuary to bog

It wasn’t the rising sun
The peach stained clouds
The weather around us which wisps, patters and howls

It wasn’t ardent moon
The last afternoon
The moment we knew that it’d all be over soon

It was US
We had a choice to make
Silenced dear Gaia
So she could not participate
We had time to anticipate
Yet we stalled and stood in the way
And at the end of days
The only thing that killed our mother was our refusal to cooperate

-Galwyn

 

Pill

The healthiest pill is often most bitter
My attachment the crippling symptom
Sucralose grains in my varcose veins
Kills my heart by not knowing distinction
My reception is lax,
out with my signals
And erstwhile gazes without recognition
When I look to her face, I see none of myself
Quite deserving of reciprocation

Burning her way through,
brain, tear ducts, and tissues
I shatter my smile
Bitter taste lost in crimson
Off track and terminal,
the cure reaches dermal
As virulent chemicals breach from the kernel

-Galwyn