What old deep wound causes you to hurt me and other friends you’ve had in past. What terrors hidden in that brew make you glory in making others sad? You boast to me of throwing people out of your life forever, never friend again. You don’t explain what crimes reroute your heart to where you never speak again to him or me. How many people discarded from your heart and at what interval? How many “friendships” have you departed? And yet you boast that others call you spiritual. “Friends forever,” you said. I wonder why you tell yourself and me that petty lie.
I chose a more difficult word for the Ragtag Daily Prompt than I realized! I was thinking of imminent, but came up with immanent when using spell check. Then I puzzled because it did not mean what I thought it meant. In the ragbag ragtag immanence of my mind, I was really thinking of imminent, meaning about to happen or near in time!
It’s a nonsense poem, so the picture has nothing to do with it.
Words in my mind are immanent but the Ragtag prompt is imminent spellcheck I thought was eminent turns out it is more cinnament now I’m in my element nonsense poems being elegant and Tuesday being swellegant and you’re wondering if I’m intelligent don’t worry, this won’t be permanent which doesn’t really rhyme with immanent
This too I want to remember. Discussions of the world together. The mysteries of science and sweatpants strings. String theory and medicine, cabbages and kings. Why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings. This too I want to remember.
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The chances of you changing are quite small. I know from very early in our time. Why God makes angels that will one day fall. We could be sent to teach each other rhymes or something else. I wonder at it daily. My heart opens like a flower even so. The candle just at dusk burns quite palely. I wonder what excuse you’ll use to go. It’s a comic denouement I see at last. You denigrate my knowledge and my skill. After exposure you refuse to wear a mask or test. I rise in anger at ill will. It’s comic that I’ve liked your busy mind. Respect for mine is nil: you elk’s behind.
Let me set hatred by for this one day let each feast with family full of joys leave that empty, no anger or dismay and maybe keep that chamber empty save for toys Let there be no bombs down from the sky let no one fall to firing with a gun let no flogging make any children cry let no one need to cower or to run I don’t know what to call this day right now Guilt day or day we stole this gorgeous land? I give thanks for love and wonder how We can heal the past, what demands? Two friends will come to feast and sip eggnog My cats will be surprised: they bring their dog.
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.
We mature at a different rate
than you humans
I don’t really pass as human
but since I am 5’4″
no one guesses I’m an ogre
I have been an Ogre since
before birth
my mother ill
attacked by antibodies in the womb
luckily the illness does not cross
the barrier of the mixed mother daughter
the placenta
but the antibodies do cross
I am born with my immune system
red hot and ready to fight
my maternal grandmother is an Ogre too she cares for me while my mother heals you are right to refuse help she says you may feed yourself and she lets me I am four months
Two grrl cousins are also stressed from birth
one arrives early and survives
smallest child to live in that city
all they have for premies is a warm box
her parents are warned
she might be slow
the other is born in Bangladesh
mother very ill
mother damaged by illness
she survives too
three Ogres?
No
different mitochondria
from three different mothers
different immune systems
different parents
Ogre, dark angel, and martyr
And the others wonder why we fight
A woman says “I like you when you’re well.”
to me when I am sick
and my partner disappears
he says, “I can’t have a disabled partner.”
I snarl, “I am not disabled.
I am just on oxygen.”
But it is not true
I am disabled
And very annoyed
I avoid the woman for a year
and think about it
I am never “well”
if it’s an antibody disorder
and if I got it in the womb
what would I be like if I did not have it?
no one knows
and I don’t either
So I have done well
in the end
to survive a chronic illness since before birth
Ogres take longer to mature
but once we do
we are hell on wheels
And at last I accept it
I am happy being an Ogre
and I will be the best Ogre I can
For a long time I think I am a werewolf, but I am not controlled by the moon. But I can get angry. And then I remember this poem and think “Not a werewolf. An ogre.”
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Butterfly Girl Comes to Visit
She is so beautiful with her wings multicolored many splendored lights caught and multiplied as she flutters
I freeze I am an ogre Huge and clumsy I know from past past many times Not to touch you My rough fingers have brushed the tiny feathers from your wings You cry in pain and your flight becomes erratic My kiss is just as bad Rough lips If I move the wind of my passing blows you against a window You fall stunned
I hold and crush the box of feelings that can hurt you Sorrow, anger, fear, dismay Even fatigue turns my aura red And scorches your wings
I hate to cause you pain
Fly butterfly girl My baby needs me, my pager rings My ogre husband stirs The effort of holding still plain on his face I canβt hold still much longer
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