Posts for June 24, 2025 (page 6)

Today
I revised a poem   
                     
                         by erasing every                        
                         word insincere.

Now the poem consists only of white space.   

Reach out to humans
Key to your past and future
And connect by heart

* 8 of 9 strategies for a creative life

We’ve always been connected,
Even if by a thin line,
Same schools,
Same town,
Same circles,
You’ve always been in reach,
Two steps away from me,
But when I left town,
So did you,
And when I came back,
You stayed there.

Now when the black trucks pass by,
I look,
Knowing you won’t be there,
Are you happier far away
Or do you miss me like I miss you?

profusion of decorations
rooms cluttered
             paintings,
                  photos,
                     statuary
closed-in dark oppressive interiors

new places have cautious effect
on me
I take-in and process
          all details in setting
                   internally

I react quickly
                     yet process information
                     deeply
                             slowly

if too much sensory input
           for me to process
                           I freeze from overstimulation

                  I am aware
                    of being
                 outside the
                    given
                 situation

            overstimulation
dreadful experience for an introvert

                    I withdraw
into myself
feeling
         frozen
                 in place

physically
     I am present but not
tuned into my
                surroundings

                           vision blurs

tension spreads
          throughout my
body, especially
   neck and
shoulders

                        knotted stomach

                        rapid breathing

cold to touch
    I become emotionally
                  numb
just want to be
                  home

such experience can
                happen
even in midst of family and friends

I attended social gathering
      family friend’s house

Upon arrival
        I walked into multitude of modern artwork
                  drawings
                      paintings
                          statues
        on walls    in the corners of the room    even the dining table
and instantly
came to a standstill

                                    assaulted
more sensory detail than I 
                                   could handle
physical effects of
      over…………stimulation
                                               hit me

felt like I was there but
               not there

like proverbial square peg attempting
    to fit round hole
    I was outside of space
       occupied by others
                around me

I was overcome……by sense of
                                             shrinking

my inner voice assailed me:
                              PULL IT TOGETHER THIS INSTANT
                   ACKNOWLEDGE WHATEVER IS BOTHERING ME
                                                    LET IT GO
                                              THEN MOVE ON
despite my best efforts to appear otherwise
                    others saw my distress
they asked me in worried tones
                                 “Do you feel okay? Is there anything wrong?”
I found every thought
              every action
                         an effort
difficult to concentrate
negative self-talk
                                             I convinced myself
                               ruining the moment for everyone
told myself I’m a bad person
                               just not normal
such behavior irrational
perceived I’m always
                      on outside looking in

narrowed my field of
                                    sight

reduced
           onslaught of
             visual input
mindful breathing: decreased
              my stress level
brought temporary reprieve until
      I found refuge in
               spacious
               well-aired
               well-lit surroundings with
             minimal sensory stimulation
in solitude I recharge      breathe freely      just be
                                    in the moment
these actions allow me to inhabit
         the space I occupy and
                      be outside
                              no
                          longer

I knew the day would come,
When someone would see you
With a lovely new girl,
Of course, her eyes so blue…

Didn’t think you’d proudly
Introduce her to my friend
Of course, she’s gorgeously
Unaware you’re pretend

I was waiting for proof,
Of a beautiful “her,”
Replacement, an upgrade,
Just what is her allure?

Fears creep in, wondering
Will you stay “good” for her?
Is she the one that will
Change you, and be your cure?

Unsettled, with either
Outcome; This I admit,
Can’t root for the demise
Of one more innocent… 

Insane, the nerve you have,
Head high and unashamed,
Unapologetic,
Lite fires, leave the flames 

Burning all that you touch,
So delicate at first,
Supercilious grin,
And love bomb ’til she bursts

Does her smile melt you?
Or do you just tell her
That? Painting your picture,
Where reality’s blurred 

I guess I’m still haunted…
And now, by the blue eyes
That I have yet to see,
Let them be your demise

                    Then maybe I’ll have peace 

Eyes planted on a corner ~ pods dance from limb to limb
holding on for dear life
old growth Elms shadow print triangles, squares, and parallelograms
prehistoric creatures strutting on an over grown pittosporum tenuifolium  

Warm winds dance in 4/4 time as crows circle
laughing at us trying to make sense of their algorithm
and afternoon shadows brace and embrace mindlessly
driven by checked-out overscheduled robots trying too hard to chauffeur
on a spinning hamster wheel of gotta have it all  

An elder woman walks alone cane in hand
stops to bend and nod into a carriage pram
baby looks up with her gummy grin
and for a moment the one who has seen so many afternoons
and the one who’s seen but a few ~ bless each other with the
beauty of beginnings and wondrous wonder of wise endings  

Vignettes directed through the eyes of generous windows
Windows of old and new souls
Windows of Nature’s bright-eyed balance
as the curtains open and close 

I’m looking for a metaphor,
one which hides my pain,
to mask the truths which freely pour
truths I don’t want them to gain.

Safely I reside here
in a space where I’m most me,
away from those I hold most dear;
muses from which rage comes free. 

I should likely build these walls up
strangers, I’m told you cannot trust.
Their words, a tonic to my cup
to learn from them, I must.

Am I just writing in this diary
or a lynching those who love me?

Is showing up in conversations
    you and me and the microwave dinner are all feeling
heated 
Our plates loaded up like power struggles
    everyone wants a point proven NOW
Hot N’ ready
Beneath a surplus of truth protector armor
    a battle bubbles up without words inside us 
a rolling boil
like a kettle spitting tea before the steam can whistle
    in truth, energy speaks louder than words

Burdens and Holdings: