Featured: Poetry by Jaye Tomas

I write and read not only prose, but also poetry. So it's only logical that I want to feature some wonderful poetry on my blog. Ladies and gents, give it up for Jaye Tomas and her thought-provoking poems that play in my head like songs and mini-movies.
Poems
 Standing In The Shallows

There are storms in me and thunder and rain
warm like tears
like a wild rolling ocean
and I invite you to ride the waves with me
there are songs in me like drumming
like the sighing of a cello
like humming bees vibration and I vibrate with all this music
with all this sound and in the night
my mouth moves even in sleep
as I dream of all the things I want to tell you
I want to paint in huge swaths of color covering whole hillsides
paint all the moods cradled inside me
but there are pockets of shadow too and you need to see the shadow sides to know where the sunlit ones are
to appreciate the warmth you have to know what it's like to shiver
and if knowing me is too wild
too erratic
if what you love is calm and being certain and never getting messy never getting emotional or sometimes waving red flags just to see what bull will chase you
then stay indoors during the storm
stay on the shore
I will miss you
I look for you from the crest of the rolling water
and wave if I can see you
standing safely in the shallows


Broken Molds

I was melted by your smile
and dazzled
diverted
not noticing I was being poured into a mold I could not fit in
had not looked for
asked for
but any flaws were fully mine
starkly loudly labeled
there are so many truths and you spoke them all
yelled them all
layered them like colored sand in a bottle
and like sand it smothered me and my lips shut tightly
and I stood there
painfully molded
and listened as you shamed me for not fitting
and listened to the door groan closed
and I was left mute
motionless
until the sound waves from all my silent screaming shattered the glass and I rode the dune
all the way to the bottom
looking up at the clouds erasing the blue sky and wondering when I loved you
I am spreading out
like a spilled drink
and I want to climb again
to see the view from the top and then decide if I should keep climbing further
and I will start the journey
in my own skin and leave those sandy scraps of peeled picked off labels
and broken cheap plastic mold
in the sand


 Mistral

Is it the wind calling?
Is it the wind that calls me?
I can feel it rising and the thoughts bloom like night poppies
narcotic and fragrant
they come with the southern winds
with the smell of hot oil and herbs and sweat
Is it the wind calling?
am I to accept its invitation
am I to follow
ignoring the underscents of rage
of piety
and the crumbling perfume of old passions
too long hidden away
they smell like daylight trapped  for years in an abandoned house
what will that wind tell me
if I dare answer? If I turn my face toward it
wrinkled like last autumns apples
will I breathe in its whisper and let it fill me
billowing my lungs like sails and
feel it lift me
let me fly to meet and follow the winds call
Or will the scents disappear
dissolve like dreams traces as you wake
leaving me feeling naked and emptied and slightly ashamed
because I wanted that wildness
that untamed wild wind wrapping around me and the magic blown into this world
settling its dust on me
Listen
is it the wind calling me?

Jaye Tomas About the Author
Jaye Tomas has been a "scribbler" all of her life, but the Internet provided a way to more easily share it. Creating Chimera Poetry (blog & Facebook page) has been an incredible experience. The fact that anyone reads what she writes is a constant source of amazement and gratitude to her. She is working hard behind the scenes getting ready (fingers & toes crossed please) to publish her first book of poetic scribblings. There is a huge probability that there will also be a second. The ink is always fighting to be heard.... Her biggest obsession is books and her reading tastes are eclectic to say the least: Tolkien, Lovecraft, Gaiman, Plath, Ellison, Christie, Aaronovitch, Yeats, Blake, King, Barker, Straub, Lopez, Pyper, Maugham, Poznansky, Funke, Taylor .....to name a very few. Originally from the windy suburbs of Chicago she now resides in the UK. Lately she has been casting her eyes in the direction of Italy, but hasn't completely settled on that.....yet. It may be back to the USA, it may be Edinburgh, it may be Gallifrey..... the beauty of the story is in the journey, not the arrival.

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