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344 · Aug 2020
Within the Blur
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
I remember the Fall
I remember the bokeh

Placed in a vase and kept by our bedroom
window

It took your breath away, fed off your lungs
and grew so monstrous by dark

We tried in vain to replace what was lost
with the artificial:

Albuterol haze, Gaussian distribution

It failed, as you know

And I too fell within the blur of the rebound effect,
struggling to keep from panic

Then rang alarums that lay-in-wait, then came red lights,
then came shouting for help

You laid on the livingroom floor, intubated

Life nearly snuffed out

Me in tremors, two cats hiding

You would survive, but neither of us would
ever be the people before

Clearly, not all blur is equal, each has its own aesthetic quality

Mine tends to fall under the umbrella of disturbing thought patterns

We each reflect on different things
about that day

My fail-safe is trying not to remember at all
This poem is a companion piece to my wife, Mrs. Timetable's work 'How It Reminded Me of Fall,' also here on HP. It recalls a very dark day several years ago, when a reaction to a bad medication nearly took her life.

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3469122/how-it-reminded-me-of-fall/
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2020
Kids wear you
as a Halloween mask

The only thing you've ever
been invited to do is leave

You've known the term
'social distancing' all your life

Even Covid-19 crosses the street
when it sees you coming
343 · Jan 2020
Angel of the Odd
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Pray tell, is this weighed-down mortal
allowed to borrow your angelic wings?

Can such a grounded soul learn to fly from your all-or-nothing example?

If I keep my promise to follow the endless strings of love to the bitter end

Shall I then perhaps come close to seeing the birth of a new sun, the very first breath of the open sea?

Will you care enough to embrace me in this unbearable lightness of being?

You don't have to say either yes or no

Just tell me it is possible...
343 · Nov 2019
SYZYGY
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Even if your planets
should align,
the way to her heart
does not begin between her legs.
342 · Jan 2020
Marine Biology
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
3 is a backwards E
But V is the prettiest letter to me
I guess I'm a sucker for triangles
And the item on my wish list
That best bedazzles
And primps with such grace
I swear she winks
When right up in my face
Still going! Another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
342 · Feb 2020
coup de grâce
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
the flesh
and bones of humanity
   strike the ground

pressed
distressed
   and broken

your brother's
   extinguishing breath
your sister's
   draining blood
there in crushing
   darkness
          
reverberate
   annihilate

vultures/drones circling
   overhead

this is how
heading home
   becomes a crime scene
341 · Oct 2019
Consumer Tip
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Here's more bang for your buck:
Enemies are a dime a dozen,
But a true friend is priceless.
341 · Mar 2020
Firestarter
340 · Oct 2019
Relapse
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Waves of broken sleep
numb the day and
put the night in a coma,
like empty tunnels
they mined the hell out of
a century ago.
Turn back the clock
and strand me in this time change,
then full scream ahead
until I'm buried
in the same pettifogging
I was once sustained by.
Waves of plaintive water
support the loneliest creatures
that will soon fly overhead,
like hollow words,
hoping to rain on this parade
and make me cry
for abandoned impulses
closer than they appear.
If I cave to the pressure,
I'll rise from head to toe
in a swelter,
a diver with the bends
riding on high
until the hammered blow
--up and down
this elevator moves,
closing to present ritual
then opening to past stimulus
I'm far too afraid
to open my eyes to,
even if it's only
that one all too familiar
surprise...
339 · Feb 2020
Heliocentric
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
She doesn't wear sunglasses
to be hot or cool

She doesn't wear them
as a fashion statement

She doesn't even wear them
while in the throes of mysteria

She simply wears them
to hide the bruises
339 · Jan 2020
Vorsprung durch Technik
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
The main driving force behind
technological advancement
is money

After that it's all about
learning to use it
to harm other people
Vorsprung durch Technik is German for 'progress through technology.'
338 · Mar 2020
Dream Theory
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
When I close my eyes
sleep does not come cheap,
today's cost
is inevitably tomorrow's loss.

Invisible connections,
in entropic waters,
burn out,
demanding to be re-soldered,

hardwired,
in the hopes
they will once again all fire
in the correct order,
at the right time,

(whenever the need may be).

And it's now here,
as I reach for you
across this memory bridge,
to find you safe and sound
tucked right under my chin.

I will learn to keep
my eyes shut tight,
allowing dreams to bend, loop,
and faithfully overwrite.
334 · Oct 2019
The Mean Season
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Summer fall winter spring
We used to wonder
What each of you would bring
Now we're afraid to ask
Since global warming proved a real thing
334 · Dec 2019
Sequence of Interlude
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
The glint in your eyes
When I cupped your moons
Was only a prelude
To the gravitational pull
Between two heavenly bodies
Finally untethered
From the chains
Of solitary confinement
334 · Feb 2020
Poison
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
A wicked stem
With which to stir the drink

I love it when
You poison me

Makes our time together
A bit more fun

Not having to guess
When it will end
333 · Jun 2020
Love is a Bitter Token
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
I. The Boy With The Cuckoo Clock Heart

Born with a frozen heart,
abandoned in
Edinburgh.

One kind physician
laid her hands upon him,
in a bit of medicinal salvation,
by placing a cuckoo clock
inside his chest.

Now an orphan,
among peculiar friends:
tear-filled flasks,
eggs containing memories,
and a man with a musical spine.

There's but one catch
for this boy:
his heart is fragile,
he must never, ever
fall in love.

Existence is undoubted.
But without this one emotion,
can he really live?

Love is a bitter token.


II. The Girl With Glass Feet

"It was a humid night,
later to become a hated night."

Upon an island sound,
feet first, she is slowing turning
into glass.

By sheer happenstance,
she meets a shy boy
who lives there
with an extreme fear
of being touched.

As she slowly disappears,
she untethers herself
from self-pity,
by teaching the boy the value
of interaction.

Inchmeal, he begins to reach out
and feels everything
she has lost to the night.

Love is a bitter token.


III. The Snow Child

"November was here."

A married couple,
in Alaskan remote,
suffering from one great sadness:
no child of their own
and unable to talk of it.

He's buried by
the weight of the outer ice,
she's crumbling
from inner despair.

And so on a rare
friendly day trek,
they built a child out of snow,
outfitted with mittens and scarf.

A day later it is gone,
remembered only in absentia,
yet there appears
a beautifully arrayed
creature of winter,
a little, lissome girl in the woods,
hunting with the red fox.

In wishing to understand
these encounters,
the couple come to love the child
as their very own daughter.

Yet will she ever accept them
as they do her?

Or see them
merely as snowdrops?

Figurines frosted over by
the harsh landscape
they each wander?

Love is a bitter token.
BLT's continued challenge - to write a poem using the Merriam-Webster word of the day, lissome. It's in there somewhere.
332 · May 2020
Reconsidering Sylvia
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Sylvia didn't waste time

She kept time

In a bell jar

On her nightstand

Next to the blissfully whirling blackness of eternal oblivion

All in the hopes it might one day grow wings

And lift her beyond the owl's talons clenching her heart
for Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
332 · Jan 2020
Oblivion
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Love is a blindfold
--you're content in not knowing
how it will end.
331 · Nov 2019
Been There, Done That
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
I have the distinct feeling
I've been here before.
But it's not déjà vu this time.
Just boredom.
330 · Mar 2020
la cuatro ojos
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
She had eyes
like Mississippi

...all four of them
327 · Nov 2019
Penny Pincher
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Why should I pay you
A penny for your thoughts,
When you're clearly dying
To give your two cents worth?
326 · May 2020
Whiz Quiz
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Are the pedals on a piano
There because it once was a vehicle?

Are there long lines tonight
At the nudie fish market?

Is that a ****** dressed as your wife
On the Lord's day?

Is your depression building its own
Glorified bomb shelter?

Do you pray for what wilts
As equally as for what blossoms?

Did someone ***
In your sandbox again?

Was it you?
326 · Jan 2020
Together We Form Silence
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Abate
Suppress
Together we form silence
Mute
Extinguish
Without a sound
Our love is diminished
326 · Jan 2020
I Love You to Smithereens
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
I'm the poisoned drink
Of your dreams
Come and sit on this throne
Be my perpendicular queen
When the doors are locked
With my psychosis wide open
You'll understand what
All of this means

Love,
Henry VIII
325 · Nov 2019
Bitter Irony
325 · Nov 2019
Morning in the City
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
From under the covers we watch,
observing the sun stir from its own bed
and push with labor pains into the sky.
In slow incremental gradations,
and yet so abruptly,
light makes its first impression,
becoming distinguishable
to the untrained eye once more.
And here those blinking
night lights of metropolis
hemorrhage into one another
until they fade against
rising pinnacles, spires,
and sparse clouds in contrast
to the horizon's orange canvas.
I reach for the camera
as she pads nakedly to the window,
transfixed upon the birth of new day
in such breathtakingly ornate environs.
She quite smiles her admiration,
and as I capture the unguarded moment,
I am struck over how the two of us
marvel at the beauty of this outside world
far more than we do our own.
323 · Sep 2020
Living As Fiction
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
Broke through the dark
by wounding one of its own

La luna lone

Made a hole in the heart
of my midnight

Bleeding out acetylene light

Grief is the haze

A mist shrouding reality
within these closing days
323 · Jan 2020
On Your Mark, Get Set...
322 · Dec 2019
Testing the Waters
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
A body of water
Can weigh
A body of work

Like children
You wade them out
To the deep end
But at some point
Have to let go

Sometimes they sink
Sometimes they swim
321 · Feb 2020
Puke
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
1-hour photo lab: an aged prop:
prompt

One hundred years of solitude: glass city:
yellow be their faithful death:
mikado

She prefers another color
for the bedroom wall:
sarcoline

She's in the spotlight
staged like a warm peach:
Non-Euclidean

'Almost a spy--
looking forward to a bright and wonderful future'
--eternally and everlasting:
amaranth

What do you give the person
who thinks they have it all?
Doubt:
that dull brown stocking to wear on his feet
321 · Jun 2020
Cloudette
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Sometimes clouds
Sometimes rain

Sometimes a little gray
to wash away
the inhumane
321 · Nov 2019
Romeo & Juliet
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Kids from opposite sides
Of the tracks,
Who got hit by the love train,
Then they got married
And died,
Only they didn't,
So they tried again
And did.
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
She still can't comprehend
How the space between them
Once measured in fingertips
Must now be calculated
In light years
319 · Jan 2020
Recap
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
I'm sick and tried
of feeling sick and tired
318 · Jun 2020
The Morning Bells of Toledo
Carlo C Gomez Jun 2020
Night withdraws
and I alone inhabit
those Spanish eyes

We sit upon the hill
where El Greco once regaled
the arts with a masterstroke

We listen for dawning chimes
as she picks flowers
& passes explicit love notes

I catch the shadowed
reflection of erstwhile
against her naked back

How it resembles curiosity
& imperial city bells
ringing forth

A klaxon
a clarion
the siren call

To passions both painted
& fleshly achieved
by the same inspired hand
318 · Aug 2020
Island
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2020
Subterranean paresthesia
Has begun to pry (again)
The roots of which
Come out of this ground
As an isolated tree
Withered and dry
Surrounded by useless waters
And grawlix signs
Hanging from ropes
Like guns in the sky
318 · Oct 2019
Fall From Grace
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
Grace under pressure

She is pyrotechnics, feux d'artifice

Her northern light due south
Where the wind dies

There's trouble then

She swings in
Emotive orbit

Her hang time sabotaged
By lack of resistance

She is free-fall

Every last documented entry
Every bit of her composition
--The fabric of her

They fall from Grace
And onto the floor of new imaginings

What used to fit
Neatly into a box
Is presently a bitter pill to swallow

Down the hyperventilation
Shaft she goes

Where she lands nobody knows
317 · Feb 2020
Panic is a Sinking Ship
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
So here I am
out on a raft
just me and my anxieties
trying hard to get
away from a vessel
taking on so much water
I think I see Jack and Rose
swimming towards us
317 · Jan 2020
Seashell
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
The sound of children suffering from some far off shore in my ear

The tears of first light shed a certain sadness as I listen for a sparse hope

But all that transmits is an echo of fear...
317 · Jun 25
Children of the Pendulum
Carlo C Gomez Jun 25
~
Refraction
Love passes through
And changes
Direction
Let it hold sway
The heart leans toward catastrophe
In the blue headlights
Of parenthood
Mom and dad
Suspended from a pivot
Their offspring
Asleep on a sunbeam

~
316 · May 2020
Destroy, She Said
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Mommy drinks because you're bad
Destroy, she said
But remember
The practical pyromaniac
Burns responsibly
315 · Mar 2020
How to Avoid Huge Ships
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Creature comforts
Have a way of sinking at sea
Better to keep your feet
Fixed on firm ground
Then live life on the raft
315 · Nov 2019
Pot Boiler
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
The way to a man's heart
Is through his stomach.
Does this apply to
Cannibals too?
314 · Jan 2020
Too Much Time Spent in Cars
Carlo C Gomez Jan 2020
Green yellow red
Are the color of my pills
Pass go I collect them all
The road rages in my head

There's a special place
In my heart for guns:
Left ventricle
Where the bullet lodged

I had a hard time
Seeing other people's
Point of view
So I started collecting opinions
Now I can't make up my mind

I like to go places
It's people I avoid
I travel mostly abroad
But can't recall her name
Half the time

A good driving record
Is worth zilch these days
But ******* might
Lower my premiums

Dogs are man's best friend
Yet they lick themselves
Men are better drivers than women
Yet they trick themselves
Too much time spent in cars
And not enough
In the one they love

There's an old saying
I can't remember
And it goes something
Like this:

Wipe the dust from your feet
Before you come inside
It keeps the house in order
Especially should it get
Sold out from under you

Most of us are but one paycheck
Away from being homeless
Man is the most dangerous animal
Dwelling in the cage of his vehicle
I used to work on Wall Street
Most days now I just pray

Don't worry
Everything equals out in the end
Except life
I'm always so sure
What lies beyond the next bend
Will finally be to my advantage
How could it be though
When my creditors
Own the road?
Inspired by the poem "Sven" from fellow HP writer Caro.
313 · Nov 2019
Maggie Ate a Salamander
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Long & green between thumb & forefinger,
she fished it out of her nose.

First graders do all sorts of ill-mannered
things, I suppose.

But to savor the slimy lizard as tasty morsel
was stretching it a bit.

Spreading it on a ******* is
where this little charming story should have quit.

Suffice to say, she's a little radical,
one of those raiders of a lost art.

Eating ones own boogers takes bravado,
and earns a gold star for this ornery upstart.
311 · Apr 2020
Grocery Store Date Night
Carlo C Gomez Apr 2020
Tonight, let's take a respite from the kids, get all dressed up, and head for the local grocery store.

We can even wear matching masks, take turns pushing the cart, and steal Kisses from the candy aisle.

You're on top of my shopping list, little lady, along with the melons and a case of toilet paper.

It may not be dinner or a movie, but it has its own romantic aura of about six feet in diameter.

Take my gloved hand & let's dance away at the checkout line, mask-to-mask. It's love in the time of COVID-19.
See Mrs. Timetable's "Grocery Store Date Night Morning After" poem.
309 · Dec 2019
Dissipation of Clouds
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
The sun has come and gone
The moon eclipsed
The wind has run away
The sea receded

How many opportunities
Have been lost
Because of waiting for
'The right moment'
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
Jimmy had a dog named Barnaby.
He was just like one of the family.

He did what most good dogs do.
He kept Jimmy company, even ate his homework a time or two.

But no matter how hard Jimmy tried,
Barnaby would never, ever fetch a ball.

Oh, he typed, he vacuumed, even mowed the lawn,
Yet, wouldn't retrieve any stick at all.
From the Poets Unite Worldwide anthology: Children We Are: Poems For Children (Children books Book 2)
307 · Sep 2020
Road to Damascus
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
Shine like it does

You set the sun against me

And here I fell

Only to find my feet

Along the blinding path

To dust, the persecuting heart returned

So too, the spirit flew

And like scales

The veil lifted

And I caught sight

Of something quite intangible

Yet, therein I found true freedom

In slaving for you

As a fisher of men
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