You wrote about jelly-
Fish, and I fell back into the pond
Of memories, of 5am rowing out
Across the silent lake
Through the haze
Of last night’s full moon;
And the empty bottles
And the screams
And my hiding
And the tears
And the sorries;
You wrote about jellyfish
But I drowned
Beneath their nets,
Suffocated by
Their ignorance;
You wrote about jellyfish
and I fell back into the pond
Of blancmange
and raspberries.
I keep asking myselves
Why this is, why I am yet to find
The sublime, to experience awe
Instead of just endless fear.
I keep asking myselves
Why my wings cannot take me
High and higher skywards
Instead of just burn and chain me.
I keep asking myselves
Why I doubt myself, why trust
Is so abundant in others
And so lacking in a solemn self.
I keep asking myselves
My scattered brains
Of suggestions to resolution
Of means to avoid destitution
But I hear only whispers
Out of bounds: out of reach.
March 2022 Edition:
The rules are as follows: Write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but is not limited to, the following in order:
1. Something you wear
2. A flower
3. A positive characteristic
4. Free line, use however you like
5. Any non-English word / phrase
6. A reference to magic
7. Must start with: “If only”
8. An aquatic reference
9. Contains the word: “Sunday”
10. Free line, use however you like
11. An onomatopoeiaHave fun!
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Oh, I might join this one (missed Feb’s cuz … ?)
So many faces I do follow, so many
Fading pens, so many writing truths
I read not – anything, anymore.
So many faces lost, silent voices
Under grey skies, perhaps lost
In the infinite stream, or just muted
By pressures, silenced by envy, or
Killed by Death.
So many times regrets take over
A susceptible mind, we shake
And we shiver, we stop and we stare
Into an abyss so dark and so dreary
We end up calling it home.
Death became our chorus,
A backdrop with faded lights,
The wind that drove the leaf insane
In search for our safer havens;
Death became our comfort blanket,
A backstory in times of dark daze,
The whirlpool to drown our hope
In exchange for everlasting peace;
Death became our causality,
A back door ajar,
The spilled ink on our pale skin
In wait for a truer purpose;
Death became our hymn,
A few mumbled words,
The fake truth
Inevitable;
Death became our life,
A few steps at a time,
The lost footing
Incongruous.
We played a game doomed to fail
On a checkered board
With only black pieces.
We danced round a Christmas tree:
Abandoned angels and fading star
With needles caught
On cotton socks.
We left the blueberry pie to dry; to
Crack and crumble
In the moonlit night.
We gave it a shot:
I shut down
As you shot up
Becoming the star
Of you darkening Universe.
Who are these disintegrating cells
Disowning their purpose
In vain belief that there is grass
On the other side
Of a once white picket fence,
Just beyond the amber rays
Of a monitor that knows no better
Than to speak only Hercules
Providing a baseline metrics
For Lotus - one - two - three
To excel in unquantifiable glory,
Who are these disintegrating cells
Carrying memories of only 640kB
Yet still maintaining a joy
Long since lost
In the world of gigabytes
And rendered other-lands
Conjured up by two-dimensional
Self-proclaimed gods.
I woke one morning not too long ago
Finding the bear awakened;
Winter storms should have kept him
Truly hibernated. As I woke in sweat
A lingering dread echoed deep
Within the cold core of my being:
There was to be a third war of men,
With cowards hiding deep within
The dolls of past triumphs; and
A railway across the land
Once permanently frozen deep,
Carrying little yellow men in aid
Of the faltering knights of pale.
I woke one morning
To the briefest of news,
I am yet to resume watching
With the knowledge that death
Now walks among us; as sure as I
Can be that no one will be spared
As the firework starts and the
Forever fallout spreads.
