Chad Comello

Tag: poetry

  • those three words…

    A poem

    Those words
    Those three words
    The bane of my existence
    The thesis of the paper I’ve never written
    The end of the date I never went on
    The kiss goodbye I never got or gave

    Those words
    Those three words
    They end every phone call
    Every birthday card, every letter home
    Except mine
    I can’t send these three little words
    From my head to an utterance
    It’s become an inconvenience

    What do they mean anyway?
    I can’t be a rank sentimentalist
    With every word I say
    Now I’m stealing lines
    From the only things that make sense to me
    Where whatever they say, they mean
    No ifs, ands, buts, or truths about it

    Those words
    Those three words
    My finale, my comeuppance
    The end of every well-meaning sentence
    They’ve become to me a penance, a nuisance
    Something I’ve unknowingly stood against
    One of these days I’ll learn what love is

  • tension and release…

    Intro. The weather is music to my ears. Crescendos and decrescendos, tension and release. Today started out without a cloud in sight. Pianissimo. It was hot, but things were moving along fine.

    As the day went on, the clouds appeared. Then a few more. Then a bigger batch arrives. The orchestra builds on harmonies and nuance. Pretty soon there is a solid overcast. A cadence sets the rhythm of the day, soon to accelerate.

    The clouds become more dense, darker in tone. The brass pound out a minor melody, setting the stage for things to come. The strings soon follow, accentuating every chords, dark and deep. The sun is shut out, little by little, note by note, until it is but a faint melody on the wind.

    The sun now sets, leaving us no choice but to embrace the storm upon us. The clouds fill with rain, as the tuba drones and the woodwinds swirl the trees wildly. The trumpets sound the alarm. The people run for solace, the snare drum marks their steps. It’s but a matter of time.

    I sit inside, secluded from the madness. I have to make it back to my dorm before I get swallowed in the storm. Do I dare take on the beast? I have no choice.

    But as I depart; the tension builds unbearably, the clouds and cellos rumbling on in force, the violins screeching blinding light, the percussion drives it to the brink. I can’t go on. I must yield.

    Then, the release. The rain sprinkles down, a cleansing wash. The flute sings a glorious song, easing us back into stillness. I allow myself to be overtaken by the tender coat of raindrops. My clothes will be dry again, but now, they need to feel alive.

  • oh, the world we live

    A poem

    The great outdoors just came out of the wash
    The birds they sing a song under my close watch
    Millions and millions of fallen raindrops
    Oh, they make me stop and realize

    We congregate, we come around to see
    The smallest leaves grow from the biggest tree
    Millions and millions of colors shining
    Oh, they open wide my open eyes

    Breathe in the air, it’s divinity
    My outer shell is cracked, now I am free
    Living and loving the world around me
    Oh, the world we live

  • Souvenirs

    A poem

    It’s fall outside, of orange and red
    there’s a chill on the air
    winter’s biting at my front door
    and I’ve plunged into despair

    The sun is setting, the wind’s suspending
    on the golden horizon
    the leaves crunch to my ears
    the colors are souvenirs
    and they’re saying ‘come home son’

    This is the life
    this is the listening
    of words we miss
    of songs we’re singing

    Tonight’s the night
    winter’s finally here
    accompanied by the flakes of white
    it’s a new beginning, a new song we’re singing
    that’s better than before

  • for you, Blue, wherever you are…

    A poem

    Hidden smiles beneath furtive glances
    a fluttering heart stops any advances
    for fear of reveal

    The world is small today
    ’cause you’re the center of mine
    “beautiful” doesn’t do you justice
    and that terrifies me
    your soft eyes define mine

    The world is yours today
    ’cause you have what I have
    you are what I have

    Your deft approach
    shuts me down
    sends my heart burning, head spinning
    “act naturally” is not an option
    fumbled words create the mood
    the world is alive today
    and my eyes can see that truth clearly

    A laugh tears down the wall
    all senses are a go, overwhelmed
    a scent from heaven
    the touch of an angel
    my soul is at ease

    The world is mine today
    ’cause you are my world