time

To capture time

He could think of nothing less
Than to give her the world,
So out of words he built the cosmos.

 

This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.

Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing

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Time through the eyes of the gods

And in a moment
We realized that time didn’t exist
For we had lived something eternal
In this life so ephemeral.

We asked the sky
Who lightly laughed back
And winked at us with warm eyes
And whispered over the sea and through the leaves…

This is an excerpt of a poem from Grains of Sand. To read the full poem, you can download the book via Kindle or purchase the paperback from Amazon.

Grains of Sand
COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Colton Babladelis
Excerpt appears courtesy of Winter Goose Publishing

Years of poetry, part 2

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Thanks to my very talented cousin, Amy Stoll (https://www.facebook.com/AmyStollPhotography/?fref=nf) for putting this together!

Joy becomes us

God looked down at me
With tears in his eyes
The ocean in each drop,
That salt burned
The freshly opened wounds
A hole torn through
My chest ripped open
But his tears did cleanse
And in time passed the pain
After 40 days of death
And 40 nights of birth
Broke the sun
From humble clouds
In the shape of your face
The heavens opened
For but a moment
And I saw all of eternity
A vast plain of peace
As clearly as a reflection
I looked at the future
As vision of grace
And joy became us

Your smile

A constellation
Every tooth sparkling from its own nebula
Cosmic music bursts violently
From a collapsing galaxy
As your laugh wells up from deep time
Your eyes glitter back from tomorrow
A reflection of the stardust of creation
Your lips
As lonely as the moon
With its half crescent smile
Tracing the sky
Behind a crooked orange paintbrush
Up until an infinite wave of space
Engulfs me in the soft pillow
Of your hair,
And the shadows of the sunset
Put me to sleep in your smile

Years of poetry

I woke up a poet
Most days in those years
In the beginning I was a painter
But my colors always ran
When the sun shone I was an athlete
Near water I was a fish
I wanted nothing more
Than to become the air, or the sea
Some days we philosophized
Touching a metaphysical reality
As we imbibed all of our indulgences
But most days, I woke up a poet
Those years were riddled with questions
That came about as I wandered
Down dusty paths
And forgotten alleyways
Questions that played out in my mind
In verse and in rhyme

Sailing from time

Over the bow
I stared deep into the blue
A reflection looked back
Dark, it watched me
We fell, we swam, and we drown
We became the sea
We became the sun
We were lost in time
Time forgot to hold us
We forgot to watch the time

A silent storm

The silence,
Golden like the dawn
It gave me space
New to me
After a turbulent year
It came to me
Like a tropical storm
Forceful, beautiful in its terror
Washing everything clear
Torn from the past
A flood came
From above
From below
All sides
Nothing could be denied
Nothing was the same
It came freely
It rolled over me
It took control
It electrified my senses
And I was alive once again