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Poem: Curtailed

(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 #11)

 

expectations of eternity
cut short
by cruel mortal finality
we are
filled with youthful vanity
that we
were exempt from these rules

in the face of each tragedy
we stop
hold near each other anxiously
retrench
rebuild back our inner fallacy
that we
are exempt from these rules

this is what halts our insanity
in a nutshell
by us simply weaving a tapestry
of illusion
living our lives ever forgetfully
that we
are ephemeral and so are these rules.

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Poem: Snowdrops

(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 #10)

I am expecting
warm sunny days
turning my fancy into
thoughts of flowers
blooming sweetly

snowday

Today!?

crocuses brilliant
against the browns
buds pushing up
from mud below

instead I awaken
finding snowdrops
swirling from above
covering my dreams
with cold reality

winter has come
to say goodbye.

Poem: Turnstile

(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 #9)

slip your token
in the slot
give a whirl
push on in
spin spin spin

round and round
clickety click
you were out
now your in
spin spin spin

move it forward
feel it give
all the way
move it in
spin spin spin

no regrets
no returns
past is past
get on in
spin spin spun

Poem: Spark and Gasp

(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 #8)

single brushing touch
glancing in passing
electric interchange
ionized interplay
kick-start my heart
rips out my lungs
leaves me gasping
leaves me asking
reeling and pleading
touch me some more.

Poem: Freefall

Here I have sat
far out of reach
perched like a bird
watching from above
out of touch

You entice me
with wild seeds
held in your palms
whispering words
of encouragement

I have seen this
play out before
there is no damn
way I am moving

You smile a while
knowing I cannot fly
nod in understanding
begin chopping
sending my tower
spiraling down

calling out
“don’t worry I’ll catch you…”

That is
exactly
precisely
succinctly
my fear.