Whiteboard Poetry: #1

“Flibbertigibbet”

you’re at your lowest, once again
as always watching your sun set on another day
and you’re wondering why the dark seems to hate you
leaves you in filtered moonlight, calling your name
regretting your past lives, what a shame to be reborn again
but the sunset looks so pretty, destruction at her finest
just like you, and here the thought comes again
ah goodness, eff it, flibbertigibbet
you’ve got my heart, soul, and mind,
resting in the palm of your hand
the way the sun sets in the palm of the sky
high and blue, dry and dew, lost but renewed
loved, protected, and cherished at her lowest,
can you promise me the same?

~ PatBunny

A/N: I spent the last few months writing short poems on random whiteboards around my campus, using a single word provided by a stranger as inspiration. Join me as I post the following installments of my whiteboard poetry ❤

happy me is so pretty

happy me is so pretty, like a sunrise glow
she cups the face of each driver gently
warms, holds, never lets go
and her skin shines like a thousand suns
mirrors reflecting abundance
oh, happy me is so pretty,
so i’ll never understand why
she’s constantly late to the party

instead i talk to broken me
shards glinting in moonlight
sharp and deadly, edges and razors
and the dangerous aurora
that keeps me silent company
each teardrop a pearl, each scar
sewn zig-zag, diamonds for eyes
and melancholy droops her frown
instead of pretty me’s pearly whites

oh but when pretty me walks into a room
full of love and laughter, being able to
empathize with the whole room,
i also wonder why broken me is okay
being all alone, without the spotlight
when she’s so pretty too,
just like star-studded moonlight.

*

i try to see the beauty in everything,
so why is it hard to see it in myself?

~ PatBunny

The Sun That Shines at Night (VI)

VI. Excerpts from Vesper’s Notebook

“Stars”
I wish upon
the whole of the universe
because a single star
is not enough
to bring you back
to earth.

“Moonlight”
I am a lover to the sun
who shuns and burns me
time and time again.
But I can’t disappear for long
because I need you
so that I can shine as if
I’m worth the silver to your gold.
I am a guardian angel
that follows your movement in
admiration, waxing and waning
while I watch with you,
and you look
for me.

~ PatBunny

A/N: And that’s a wrap! Thank you so much for reading Vesper’s and Soleil’s story, The Sun That Shines at Night 🖤

The Sun That Shines at Night (V)

V. “At the end of the day, you can focus either on what’s tearing you apart or on what’s keeping you together.”

Soleil clutched the torn pages to her heart, standing in front of Vesper’s front door. It had been so long since she’d been here, in front of this wooden wall that blocked her from her future, but she knew it was time. The night she’d left, she’d picked up the notebook Vesper always carried around with him in the hopes of finding out what he deemed more important than her. The words inside had stilled her, and in fear and shock, she’d torn out his pages and fled before the sun could catch her movement amongst his things.

And now she was back, tears dripping down her face at the realization that the poetry was about her. About his love for her. Soleil had realized that, at the end of the day, she could focus either on what was tearing them apart or on what was keeping them together.

What kept them together? Her laughter and his brooding, her chatter and his writing, and their love for their passions. They were meant for each other, to rise and fall with the day, to embody the clarity of which you could see by both sunlight and moonlight. They were one and the same, poetry in itself, like words floating off the pages and sewing their hearts together again. Poetry gave Vesper the freedom to speak just as much as it gave Soleil the freedom to listen.

Lost in her thoughts, she barely saw the door in front of her open, a set of arms bringing her home with a loving embrace.

~ PatBunny

The Sun That Shines at Night (IV)

IV. “No matter how busy you are, if you really care, you would find the time for someone.”

Vesper had just begun to wake, the pinkish hue behind his eyelids blinking away the exhaustion in slow, sleepy movements. His arms rose up to catch the rays, stretching towards warmth in careful observation. Then, the events of last night slammed into him and his arms fell.

It was only a matter of minutes before he realized Soleil had left. Her belongings were gone – no jewelry scattered across his desk, her pastel dresses no longer hanging amongst his dark shirts in the closet. The floral perfumes were the only fragrance left in the air, the only reminder that she had been here.

Immediate regret flooded him. Their argument last night had escalated quickly, and although both had gone to bed upset, he hadn’t expected her to leave. His harsh words resurfaced and he grimaced.

“You just sit there and write all day!” Soleil shouted.

“At least I do something productive! You don’t even – ”

She shoved him backward. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Fire burned in her eyes, a storm raging inside. “No matter how busy you are, if you really care, you would find the time for someone.”

He’d exploded then, throwing his notebook across the room before leaving in a whirlwind of fury. She had no right to assume it was all his fault when she frolicked around all day with nothing to do. And he wasn’t being selfish – the poems he’d been writing were all for her anyways.

Vesper couldn’t stand the sight of his writing anymore, those loops and curls of his cursive nauseating like a ship at sea. Was it false love?

No. That was a lie. He loved the poems, and he loved Soleil, but temporary anger had gotten the best of them both. And then she’d left. Left him, alone in a moonlit bedroom with half of his shattered heart. Left him alone in dark sorrow and wistful longing. Left him alone with passionate poetry she had never even laid her beautiful blue eyes upon.

~ PatBunny