I’m trying to write about people, I think
my mind indistinguishes
hands lash churning ink and faces
of mirrored distortions
between distain and frenzy
disparate thunder
breaks through
and I emerge at my laptop
writing a poem
about people, I think
and how new people remind me of old ones
the older I get
My alarm clock flickers,
buzzing like a neon sign
in a run-down strip mall.
A red aura, hazardous.
Some days I think it is me
from a past life attempting
to transmit a message
through this frantic
incessant blinking.
I listen to it in the night,
making no effort to transcribe
the hours of dots and dashes.
Even if I knew what it said,
I’d never heed the warning.
we part emotional suitcases
habits invite healing attention
take joy breaks, seen celebrations
safe deep flaws
complex gratitude
(found poem from a reclaimed library book)
She woke up this morning
her feet hit the floor
today would be different
she would cry no more
Her emotions had other plans
They hopped aboard a run away train
The hot mess express was on it’s way
Hurry up get off the tracks
where we going her brain tried to yell
They took her on journey
one way ticket was the plan
to the station called
analysis paralysis
Little did they know
her heart was through with this craziness
so she abandoned her emotions
time to make a change
Next she headed to the lake
the gentlly rolling water beckoned her
it seemed to whisper
your fresh start is here
Smooth sailing
but just for awhile
Life is forever changing just like the tide
she finally undestands
she just along for the ride
Into your ordinary life
of peace, love, and strife,
a threat to all you and multitudes treasure.
A leader you hoped
would protect all you love.
Instead he’s deciding on whether U.S.
should wipe out Iran’s nuclear bomb.
That would make us their target
maybe start World War III.
Every voice matters
so tell your reps now:
Say to the President No,
we elected you leader of U.S. alone.
Carry on
Move forward
One foot in front of the other
I want to stomp my foot and refuse
But time keeps going anyway
A month has already passed
Three days go by in the blink of an eye
At least I have a few days off
But they will fly by, too
I need rest and restoration
Because life is so much harder
When you are grieving
For reward, swipe down.
If hot, swipe right.
When bored, swipe up.
To dismiss, swipe left.
