Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
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Poems elusive,
poems that will never be:
tonight I mourn them
(On expression never served.)
Sometimes
No, often
The words come of their own accord
Unsummoned
But still so welcome
I give them a home
A nest to rest in
…
Many anxious evenings
I want to burn every word I’ve written
…
Over a great bonfire of massive flames
Reaching for the atmosphere
Dreaming of visiting the stars
…
I’m sick of poems
I’m sick of feeling like I’m whining
I’m sick of fear
I’m sick of caring
I’m sick to death of me and all my bullshit
Something’s gotta change
So let’s change
February 20, 2025
Words to tell my stories
Words to tell them why
Words to give names
To what flows through my underground
…
I want to write beyond my own head
I want to write The World Out There
All that comes out if I try
Is a tangled mess of shoelaces
Jumbled together trying to feed me a curb
A knotted mayhem trying everything they can
To break my teeth
I brave The World Out There to find
Snarled miniature tumbleweeds
Fighting to clog my windpipe
Dry and dusty threads trying so damn hard
To choke me to death
How do we describe an absent thing we’ve never fully touched
How do we uncover what will always be a mystery
How do we write what we don’t know
What we can’t know
December 27, 2024
Sunrise not yet here
Moon asks if they’ll die with me
Secret words hidden
Words take flight
Despair clouds vision until
With joy they return
Tide under high moon
In a flash of renewed need
Metaphors appear
Moon across sky
I look down surprised to see
I wrote love again
Love poems are so rarely my thing
I like to read a good one sometimes
But to write one?
Not so much lately
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