Poem: Unveiled

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #24.)

you hide from me
as i hide from you
truth be told
from neither

why do we keep
firmly in place
these mute masks
we’ve forged?

here
i’ve broken mine
revealing to you
what is beneath
look here and see
the maggot lines
across my face
wriggling sores
festering ooze
of unvarnished me

why
do you scream
and turn away
from the real me
why do you insist
i be your lie
why won’t you
show to me
your ugly truth?

here
let me tear
your mask away
and…
oh my god
why is this
transparent?
you’re still the same…

Please stay
don’t leave me here
lost in my decay


Poem: Tongue

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #23.)

 

gliding
sliding
tasting
trying
testing
pausing
imploring
exploring
gently
known
unknown
deeper
probing
down
around
over

in
out
breathing

softly
seeking
sweetly
salty
seeping
savoring
surprising
uprising

in
out
over
gasping

firmly
finding
sensual
smooth
sensations
mingling
tingling
in
tantalized
tingling
in
improvised
tingling
in
agonized
tingling
in
in
realized
released

panting
in
in
in

out

subsiding
gliding
over
sliding
still…


Poem: Strength

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #22.)

it
isn’t easy
it is never easy
challenges will appear
that block us from our goals

we
push on
with fortitude
keep calm carry on
comprehending persevering
looking for ways both straight and true

this
mountain
firm in front of me
doesn’t need to be moved
i just need to move myself
the problem isn’t moving ahead
the solution is simply going around

we
focus on
what cannot be done
instead of simply doing
what is in our power to do.


Poem: 21

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #21.

hard to think I was ever so young
nothing’s like being twenty-one
drinking and dancing until two
heading home with somebody new

and twenty-one then there was you
I never thought I’d fall in love
caught with that first how do you do
utterly completely to you

twenty-one I was so alive
twenty-one so much left to do
twenty-one you stole my soul
twenty-one it never lasts

everything became about us
lingering long after midnight
telling our stories sharing dreams
having our future by any means

days we never got out of bed
us laying simply skin to skin
twenty-one was the year of bliss
nothing would ever ruin this

twenty-one I was so alive
twenty-one so much left to do
twenty-one you gave me love
twenty-one it never lasts

we lasted long past twenty-one
promised our lives and made our vows
yearning with hunger we consumed
every last taste of each other

even volcanoes take a rest
even earthquakes must settle down
but not us we just kept on burning
spiraling madly out of control

twenty-one I was so alive
twenty-one so much left to do
twenty-one you made me whole
twenty-one it never lasts

fires die in a pile of ash
when we were done nothing remained
not even hate we just grew cold
nothing between us – not a spark

our passions fading into dark
thirty-one and you simply left
a decade summed up in a note
saying “farewell I’ve moved out west”

twenty-one I was so alive
twenty-one so much left to do
thirty-one you broke my heart
twenty-one it never lasts.


Poem: Regression

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #20.

down they forgot
all that they knew
degenerating
each generation

leaving behind
simple good times
to work like they could
to hoard what they would

mad happy squirrels
frantic caching
accumulating
hallucinating

up they did grow
followed the plan
ticked all the boxes
bowed to the bosses

and in the end?
what did it mean?
none of it mattered
look how it shattered

time is our friend
when we are small
revealing sweet dreams
or so it just seems

time is so cruel
plays us for fools
laughs as the sand ends
burying us beneath.

burying us
obscuring us
we walk different lives
that all end the same…


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