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Tag Archives: Green

Poem: 2017-11-23

anxiety scrabbles madly inside me.
even this rocking can’t soothe me
from the disaster waiting to happen,
whenever I try go out my front door.

The world hates me, always berates me,
for being a failure, for being alive,
for breathing the air in my house.

Don’t look at me that way that you do,
you’ve no right to judge me, demean me,
because I’ve already done that completely,
and certainly much better than you!

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!

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Poem: 2017-11-22

How is it then that I am wrong
now that you are the one that’s gone?
Clearly dear one you didn’t care,
about both what was right and fair.
When it came down to push or shove,
you never ever gave me love.
Further then if truth be told
you never ever said you did
even when I wished you would.

And so I see the fault is mine,
seems you were right this whole damn time.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry.

Poem: 2017-11-21

I dreamt of Angela,
waking me with kisses.
taking my hand in hers,
guiding me in dancing,
a naked English reel.
scent of coconut oil,
cascading from her skin.
and us falling entangled
on her kitchen floor.

I miss most of all, her
unrepentant laughter
and the kindness of her eyes.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!

 

Poem: 2017-11-20

you move
inducing
thermal-dynamic
radiant flow
heat wave
bursting
over snow
melting
everything
anything
down into
essential
quivering
protoplasm
dreaming of
igniting
evolution.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!

Poem: 2017-11-19

you won’t dance with me,
no matter the tune,
no matter the mood.

there’s no space for me,
no matter the place,
no matter the time.

what am I to do,
when you don’t see me,
when you can’t hear me?

it’s clear I should go
let me fade away
let me leave no mark

let the music play
uninterrupted
by my pleading heart.

It is National Novel Writing month – and well I don’t write Novels but I do try to write novel poetry. One a day for November!