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A Star and a Wave

9/3/2023

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You are a star,
A star that is not reachable that
Twinkles far far away.
I hold you in my hands, as if you are in my reach,
But I know you are burning light-years away from me,
Untouched by my grasp


You are a wave,

A wave that comes and goes,
Grows and shrinks.
Making swooshing sounds that only you can make
And a conch shell can mimic
I hug you with my arms
But as the tides get bigger and smaller
I know you are not the same wave as I hugged at first


But then again,

You are a star
Light-years above me.
You might not know I am here
Watching your brilliance.
You might think you are the only one burning.
So here I am
Burning a candle light-years below you
So as to say
You are not alone.


But then again,

You are a wave
Growing and shrinking.
You might not be the same wave that I hugged at first
But you are a wave; I am me
And I wet my feet in your ebb and flow
So as to say
I am here with you too.

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Love Story Unborn...

9/2/2023

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That moment when we were comparing our heights and
I was clearly so much taller than you, but only momentarily

You thought about coming closer to me and

See how much difference there was

I saw that thought come through your head and

Leave a small trace

I could tell from that pause you held, that small hesitance of yours

Stopped my breath for just a second

Only a short second, but long enough to matter.

Long enough to make a difference.
 
I wish you did come closer
And break that delicate barrier of this budding friendship

And took me in

Embraced me

Gave a small kiss against my neck
 
That would have changed it all
Wouldn’t that have been so wonderfully romantic?

I know it won’t happen.
I know you won’t take that leap

Because I know you don’t feel the way I do

About us.

 What a shame
What a waste of one-way emotions…
 
We would have written a novelette together

A short, sweet one at that.
 
I mourn for that unborn story
The story waiting to be lived and told


But it won’t happen
Or it already did in my head

But realization is not its fate.
 
What a tragedy it is
For the unborn…

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Coming into Bloom

9/1/2023

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All I wish to see is a flower blossoming in my palm
In the sunshine and the rain

In light hearts and pain
 
I also wish to let it go
Plant its preciousness in soil and let it grow

On its own, in its own body and strength
 
I wish to be there when it’s in full bloom,
When the sun shines through and through

As the ray of the sun lifts the beauty in all its glory
 
I also wish to be there when the petals fall
And the color starts to fade

For it is time for it to wane
 
No room for regret
For she has left her seeds of beauty behind

Now there is hope that these will be even more divine
 
At this moment
I hand these seeds in your palm

So you can enjoy and taste the beauty of love and life

For there is no joy that could be bought at any price.

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    I write to make sense of my thoughts and feelings.

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