Casey Poem Selections

understanding

such a restful sky-

cloudy, yet bright as planes slip through.

the clouds drift on

with an unspoken understanding:

no one mourns as they pass by.

 

i have come to understand:

peace is for the sky;

found in its detachment.

lost only when it rains,

returning burdens to the earth.

 

such a gentle breeze-

softly turning the book’s pages;

rustling through its chapters

before slipping away,

moving towards the water.

 

i see now:

closure is for gentle breezes;

content to leave without asking why,

the book did not follow

on its adventure through the sky.

 

such a quiet pond—

tucked beneath weathered docks.

a lone goose rests calmly on its surface;

its reflection undisturbed,

its day unwitnessed.

 

i have learned:

self love is for the goose,

who finds comfort on empty waters;

needing no validation—

only the pleasure of being.

 

 

Poet

i wish i were

the poem, not the poet-

loved unconditionally,

significant enough.

i wish to be

what is described in metaphors,

painted bright in similes,

structured in prose.

 

i wish to feel

what its like to be someone’s art,

to have someone care so deeply

they make me their muse.

 

i wish i knew why,

with all the love i give,

i am still not enough

for someone to write about.

 

interlude

(noun: a temporary amusement or source of entertainment that contrasts with what goes before or after.)

 

the year is almost over,

it comes so bittersweet;

this was the year i loved you—

it feels so incomplete.

 

although our love was filled

with so many of your lies,

i question if i’m happy—

that we said our goodbyes.

 

your actions were so hurtful—

you were not very kind;

you left my heart in pieces—

i just rotted and cried.

 

this last year was defined

by the time spent with you.

i thought we were special—

guess it wasn’t true.

 

love is so complicated,

but still, how could it be

that we both had loved you—

but neither loved me.

 

forget

soon i will forget the color of your eyes-

stop seeing your lips on other guys;

move on from what never really began-

nothing we did went according to plan.

 

soon i’ll forget the way we used to talk-

your sleepy voice on those late night walks;

your words always brought great comfort-

i never thought they’d bring such hurt.

 

soon i’ll forget the rose you never brought-

repay you for things that you never bought;

i’ll see you happy loving someone new

and hope that maybe i’ll find that too.

 

soon i’ll forget the way we used to love-

every precious moment i was so proud of;

but i still see your eyes and hear your sweet voice-

wishing that you made a different choice.

 

rambling

the hotel linens lie wrinkled on the floor-

our clothes left scattered by the door.

you wouldn’t let me slip away-

was i worthy of your love that day?

 

you let me hold your gentle hand

on penny’s bridge over the river bend;

a fleeting moment of delight-

did i deserve your affection that night?

 

i joined that silly club for you-

hoping to show the things i knew.

i guess i just wasn’t perfect-

did i earn any of your respect?

 

it’s the way that you’d put me down,

pulling me in, then leaving me bound-

your actions made me feel so small,

why did i want you at all?