Poetry

Here are my inadequate attempts at poetry. Though I never mind comments, I am not looking for a way to improve them, I just felt like posting:

No Words

No words are scratched upon the page,

yet so much is said.

No future has happened in our lives,

yet so much has taken place.

(That's all I got - it's not finished, I suppose.)

String of Life

The string dangles,

listless in front of my face.

I paw at it, 

I cannot grasp it.

It taunts me, 

laughs at my frustration.

My face reddens with fury.

I almost have it,

no, it slips gently through my fingers.

It appears delicate, silky and smooth,

but as my skin brushes it,

it turns jagged and rough.

To see it dangle allows hope,

but to reach for it creates confusion.

I need to let go,

want to let go,

but can't let go.

I realize I must let go.

I walk away,

I feel defeated.

I glance back as it dangles,

far enough to be content but close enough to desire.

This was written last May - I believe my focus was on life.