Time bends Letter sent, where Lap the block, see what you find
Tag: poetry
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Don’t look away The clock will follow your say No not a day Decide to step how you choose Follow no assumed map, or planned game board no reward Continue with your composition Your book, stand and fly, decide in your ride, your right Not a plight, but meditation and insight Doubt your self Then…
LAUGH @ IT
Dunce cap, and a board Who’s the pedagogue of record The clown Make sense Fantasy Craze is not conviction, is it? I’ll scribble, not listen Who has the sag convinced of supreme relevance That too no matter Songs, music and I’m delightfully distracted Cartoon, geometric repeat, I’m tired of it But I can still laugh …
Tell it
No, go, you have nothing To teach or show Just a rock, polluted puddle Obvious trick and another page So, closed
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Parked and nothing But, gift World new drawing Light, stars New drives, air
Simple.
Where you are. What you see, feel. Nothing else needed. All parts of your Now, speak to you. The day starts with promises Do we listen and are we open to it A scene, then another Language, people talking to me Over exaggeration in my own head Needed counsel, no couch Different station, enjoying the…
Reach
For tree Sense optional But keep going Stand your ground You look strong Juggler, tricks, cycle Is it sweet, dessert putrid They won’t get it, shame I’ll never be maimed Fantasy books, they want you to look And empathize, no eyes just ear hustled What a weird hustle, but there’s an audience Contrived boldness is…
Collect
Nothing to force Move with tundra temper There’s already the shape From that and your chair take There is on Road, no maze
Clouds and Notes and Stages
Fearless but contained Sight sharper, grateful, sky The music in everything Showing me which rooms Triangles, hexagon, then unnamed There’s nothing to measure Only flight now
Reciting in the car on the drive over this morning.
Remember some of it, but not writing it yet. Seeing if it sticks. Back from run. 7+ miles!! Feel amazing, and invincible. Close call earlier, with my review. Scheduled for tomorrow, not today. Relief, only after checking in with my VP could I run. He laughed at me, we laughed concertedly, he praised me for…
Trying to write more poetry. And honestly….
Only that. In verse. No long paragraphs and no conventional structure. What’s tattooed on both forearms?? VERSE. No prose. So… Here I fly, new throws, boat rowed. 15:39 and needed new modes. From the stage, the theatre that for some reason refuses to halt, or breathe, so that needs to be me— Survivalist, my attention…