Many thanks to Jo at The Edge of Humanity Blog for putting up one of my poems:
Dance thanks
Many thanks to Jo at The Edge of Humanity Blog for putting up one of my poems:
You needn’t worry that I will importune you.
Words explode and swirl upon the page.
It’s more likely that I’ll say blankly “Who?”
Since I enlarge upon a fascinating stage.
Approaching two years since I was taken sick,
on oxygen I wrote a poem of farewell.
Career ending injury: nature can be such a dick.
Breathing is important. Absent it is hell.
I am still healing. I hope that I can ski.
I am lucky that my fatigue is relatively mild.
My oxygen can go 9000 feet up where I’ll see
muscle dysfunction truly makes me wild.
Friends and family gather close and gather far
I feel blessed beneath a lucky star.
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Sonnet #2 for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sonnet.
I think of how you treat me with low dudgeon.
Rarely and when fatigued I think of you.
You hide away, a hermit like curmudgeon
pusillanimous liar, unfaithful and untrue.
We share a childhood full of trauma
I work hard to heal from all the strife
but you choose to elevate the drama
and excise protestations from your life.
I ask Beloved what I am assigned to do.
You don’t believe in angels nor in me.
The mystery of angels leads me here to you;
like a bear you hide up in the trees.
I find the change the loved Beloved grants.
You refusing change, I ban you from my pants.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: dudgeon.
I try to be so gentle with you
trauma drama boy
I know just what it’s like
though mine is not the same as yours
you run away, though
again and again
saying that you would never try
to hurt me ever
that is a shut down
really
since you disavow all intention of hurting
you do whatever you want
your attitude is that if I am hurt or sad
it’s my own fault
you take no responsibility for failures
as a friend
trauma drama boy, you run away
once more
and this time
I’ve had enough
This time
I let you go
Beloved bless you and keep you
for the days you have left
sending love
goodbye
I have a poem up at Edge of Humanity Magazine, many thanks.
I swim frantic
I am trying to escape
your beak piercing
my tender flesh
my heart pulsing
blood and death
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pierce.
Taken yesterday morning at sunrise. The sunrise is affected by the fires, so a beautiful but ominous fire sky.
I’ve let myself come down again
it’s not really quiet down here
whales
the earth shuddering
new mountains being born
the ebb and flow
as the earth makes love to the moon
and small bubbles
I am quiet
when I let myself
go all the way down
the ocean is not quiet, but it is dark
dark as a dungeon
damper than dew
I keep sinking
and my eyes slowly adjust
my lungs adjust too
it hurts like knives at first
but I adjust faster than i used to
like the sea lions
I can go down and get back up
no bends
I have learned from them
I hold the oxygen
and let the nitrogen out slowly
through my gut
my eyes adjust
and then they come
the glowing ones, slow and fast
like ghosts swimming towards me
maybe they are my dead
someday I will join them
I expect to return this time
maybe
or not
I don’t know if I will find pearls
or a leviathan
who will swallow me whole
and barely notice
this time I walked in
myself
I don’t blame you
or family or past or circumstances
it is time for me to go down
I go
down and down and down
deep
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if I could bottle this beauty
if I could bottle this joy
if I could capture the heart
the stone shaped heart of a boy
if I could bottle this sunshine
miraculous stars in the dark
open the sun in the winter
train to capture a heart
I can’t bottle this moment
sorrow rolls in sure as joy
tears run dry in the future
my heart not always a toy
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bottle.
alone and sad
lurk in your lair
information
rotting there
you say you read
what I write
but not what or when
or day or night
collect words
webbing glue
word mummies
stick to you
you don’t connect
you don’t share
you say you never
never care
your web is touched
vibrates fast
fangs extend
webbing cast
you bite your victim
in spite of screams
anesthetize
steal their dreams
I ask questions
you scold me coldly
I break the web
fight poison boldly
read my words
as you will
I’ve escaped your web
as others will
your web is old
you’re growing slow
your poison fails
your victims know
you end alone
sag sagging web
your victims glad
when you are dead
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A second darker take on the Ragtag Daily Prompt: dream world.
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
water?
yes, water
water wearing the surface
water rolling the rocks against each other
water wearing the cliffs and the trees fall down
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crack.
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