Poem # 19

Somewhere A Clock is Ticking

lovely Ways you appear
Getting louder and angrier
Such an urgent message
Inside an ordinary reminder
like my hollow heartbeat
ticking, ticking clock, fails to mend
If you say we ought to hurry
I promise you they won't worry
Even when I begin to despise
the very thing I try to defend
My life is just a choice
Free will leads me to believe
This isn't just a story of fate
but tell me what it is that I feel
slipping through my fingers

If the truth does not relate

then why do I still wait to linger

Ella Evans© 2008

Poem # 18

Peter Pan's Request

I adore the artificial midnight blue
reflected from the unsettled alarm clock
piled up on the cluttered end table
unlocking my anxieties,
"Let go of complications", you ask me to
"fly out of the window", with you
I take notice of tiles forming patterns
on the north side of the bare bathroom wall
Every time I find the same images
Clearly hidden in the lines and hues
I don't need any feigned interest, really
Even though I feel the need to explain
to desire peace and freedom of expression
I don't understand your indulgence
in living in the past, in escaping you
Often on the sleepless nights alone
Feeling inspired to reconnect
I try too hard to simplify things
So, the answer is "no",
I would rather try to understand
even if I'm as lost and rejected as you

Ella Evans© 2008