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find
I never thought
You’d find
me
lying here
resting
holding my head
against
the rain
against the
coming storm
shivering
violently
lost &
alone
I never thought
I’d find you
there
holding out
your arms
to take me
in and
hold me
like a doll
I never thought
I’d find
a peace
inside
a peace so
overwhelming
I never thought
I would
find
a kindred soul
in you
4/4/00
©Patti Keno
You won’t be alone forever
The hollow of his hands
The smoothness of his nails
The soft flesh above his eyes
His strong arms around me
His texture; It’s all so real
And I miss it
I miss all of this
As I sit and contemplate
the emptiness of my own arms
I long to feel him there
I long to see him; to touch his hair
I lived my whole life with
This longing for the man with no face
I’ve felt my head against his chest
I’ve felt his finger on my lips and in my mouth
I’ve stared into his ocean-deep eyes
But never once saw his face
Every morning I wake more exhausted
Then when I fell asleep
I’ve spend the entire night
Trying to convince him to come to me
Begging… pleading…
Longing for him to follow me as I slip through
The Dreaming and wake alone once more.
I cry each morning, holding myself
Soon there will be nothing left
Of me to hold on too
Soon there will be nothing left of me.
He told me last night…
“you won’t be alone forever.”
But this waiting is tearing me apart inside
This raw nerve that rips open anew
Each time I see another couple
Together
Another couple in love.
It tears me apart inside that I cannot be
That I cannot be in love
I can only be alone.
4/2/01
©Patti Keno
the smile
It started with
a smile
a quick hello
an innocence
shared
an electricity
crackling
in their
eyes
.
It started with
a smile
a simple caress
an innocent
kiss
a tender
word
full of
meaning
.
it started
with a smile
and lived
and entire lifetime
in the span
of a minute
as her imagination
built an entire
lifetime
of love
based on that
one smile
.
.
3/17/00
©Patti Keno
.
to “the Man I always drop things in front of”
Will you be my valentine?
if I lay down my head
and close my eyes
maybe I won’t have to do this
maybe I won’t have to go through with it
it’s so funny
so ridiculously funny
that I cry and cry because I don’t have love
but then when the opportunity presents itself
I want to run away from it
and all I want to do right now
is cry
and cry
I’m so nervous
I’m so scared
I’m so giddy
what’s gonna happen?
who knows?
what if he never shows?
what if I don’t?
I can’t breathe anymore
my throat is closing up
it’s ok
relax
you’ve made it this far
don’t turn back
this may be it
you’ll never know until you try
.
.
02/14/02
©Patti Keno
.
To: the cinnamon boy
Flowers
Flowers on the floor
Flowers on the wall
Flowers fill my life
But I love them all
Flowers up and flowers down
Flowers all around
They’re all so pretty and never dull
Because they’re all beautiful
Tulips, daffodils and tiger lilies
I know it sounds silly
But they are all so pretty!
Carnations, Roses and Mums
I know it sounds dumb
But flowers are so beautiful
In all their ways
.
.
.
1986
©Patti Keno
I wrote this poem when i was 10 years old, back when i thought all poems had to rhyme. It’s not my first poem, but it’s one of my firsts. I remember when i wrote it I was inspired by my wall paper. check out the picture it was very 70s. The picture was taken before i started writing poetry though. ( i think that is when i was writing plays for my stuffed animals to perform. I wish i had some of those, but i think they are all lost.)
the longing hand
the longing hand
reaches out
and closes around
my heart
the longing hand
searches me out
as I hide within
the crowd
pretending to be
normal
pretending to be
me
I can never
out run it
I can never
hide from it
the longing hand
will always
find me
the longing hand
will always be
closing around
my desperate
heart
I have resigned
myself to
accept my
fate
I’ve begun
to crave
it’s touch
the longing hand
so painful
the longing had
so harsh
so cruel
I crave the
restlessness
I crave the
sleepless nights
I long for the
longing hand
as it longs for
me
I long for
the longing hand
closing around
my heart
for it is only
in that moment
in that familiar
grasp
that I truly
feel alive
.
.
8/30/00
©Patti Keno
this is how
with hand to chest
and lips to finger pressed
I cannot move I cannot rest
.
this is how I ache
this is how I break
.
with hand to hips
and tongue to swollen lips
I explore you with my fingertips
.
this is how I ache
this is how I break
.
with heart to darkness
and lips to one last kiss
I cannot stop I cannot resist
.
this is how I ache
this is how I break
.
with hand to knee
and mouth to desperate plea
I beg you not to abandon me
.
this is how I ache
this is how I break
.
with tears to eyes
and lungs to broken sighs
I am left alone without goodbyes
.
this is how I ache
this is how I break
.
.
1/22/15
pik
©Patti Keno
Invisible No More 