A poem about contemplation on a Monday morning by David Tombale: Above the clouds

Above the clouds is about that Monday mood when you’re still in your covers and random thoughts pass through your mind.

Above the clouds

There is a shallow cough that builds

beneath the breast, almost like the

spirit yearns to be rid of this tender

flesh and I am waking, dreaming only

of the summer when the sun sits

high above the clouds and does nothing

more than glare. 

A poem about love and desire by David Tombale: Into the night

Into the night is about the idea of taking the one you love by the hand and leading them to a place where you can both be free.

Into the night

Graceful arch of neck bid me enter,

bid me shelter beneath your warmth,

your loving touch, your dark embrace,

your kisses ripen like a peach and I ache,

I burn to suckle upon your sweetness,

beneath the shade of your father’s porch

the distant tail lights of a passing truck

carry our love beyond the city limits

where these prying eyes won’t witness,

where I can look upon you in the glow

of the overhead lights as the needle peaks

and we flee out into the night.

A poem about love and longing by David Tombale: Across our window

Sometimes there is a certain tone to the way we remember people from our pasts, with a type of longing and that’s what this poem is about.

Across our window

There is a hollow ring to the way she speaks

my name, not like you, not like you did in

the last moments before the light bulb dimmed

and we were only silhouettes entwining,

one form into another against the white glow of

moonlight across our window. 

A poem about love and death by David Tombale: Enough

Death leaves behind all kinds of questions including whether a heart can ever heal after losing someone and that’s what Enough is about.

Enough

Years from now when we come to place

flowers by your window I’ll beg you to

replace it, this stain on your mother’s

heart, she hasn’t slept in months and

your school clothes hang unwanted in her

closet, gray skirts and white shirts and

this odd image of you laughing with your

friends.

The summer winds have blown here,

have barely ruffled this frightful heat but

the winter blues have settled, have set

themselves like a feline by our door,

smoothing it’s night black hair and fixing

it’s gaze upon our tears like sorrow.

There is a coolness outside like a storm is coming,

like the rains might tarry above the city,

might bring a refreshing wind to blow aside these dire days.

Some years from now when we think of you

I wonder if some new love will come along to

replace the one I’ve loved and will that new love

ever be enough?

A poem about solitude and the night by David Tombale: Awake

Awake is about being alone at such a time when every sound and every sight seems to be meant only for you.

Awake

Some nights the shadows drift like

ships around the harbor of my room

and I alone am there to watch them sail,

when the stars flare like fireflies

bobbing in a glass jar of blue-black

skies I alone am there to watch them

flash.

This house is restless with the

sound of mouse paws and the little

clicks of cockroach feet and I alone

am there to hear them.

All night I sit beside her in a wicker chair

and listen to her breathe,

softly like summer winds that brush

across the grass.

I alone am there to watch her sleep as the

daylight begins to steal across the floor,

peeking past the blinds to shine a light upon

her smiling in her dreams and

I alone am awake to welcome Him

into this house.

A poem about childhood by David Tombale: My Childhood

My Childhood expresses a yearning for my younger self and a past that seems so much more beautiful to me now that I’m grown.

My childhood

My childhood shimmers like a

single penny in the filth of mud

and longing, the sight of smooth

soft legs and pink rose lips.

My childhood sits upon my mind

rocking its legs, back and forth,

back and forth in the cool white

waters.

A poem about nature and love by David Tombale: Sunrise

With Sunrise I was trying to capture the mood of young love, you know free from responsibility and just caught up in the moment.

Sunrise

The stars sit across the sky like little

old men cradling the dark stems of

burning pipes and below in the cold

green grass we lie sleeping,

comfortably waiting for sunrise and

in our silence I hear the beating of your heart

and it soothes me.

I wish to hold you like this

until morning comes upon our bodies

lying cheek to cheek breathing in and

out the same warm tides of air.