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Tag Archives: spontaneous poem

Poem: Chronically

In the beginning
there was light
blazing blinding
painful bright;

from there it never
got any better
just repeating
more of the same;

each day bringing
another open wound
festering with pain;

why does it hurt
so fucking much
to be alive?

Because being dead
would be senseless.

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Poem: Evaporation

glass tumbler
fully coolly
overly brimming
perceptively placed
for nocturnal
sip missions
I rest
restlessly
wrestling
tiresome
daemons

tossing turning
tousled
in yearning
wry morpheus
still spurning
till burning
parched morning
enters my room
yells
“DAMMIT ARISE!”
— I comply

glass tumbled
empty of life
I Lazarus shamble
seeking cold
porcelain relief

fully flushed
I am now
less than I was
and no more
than a drop
in the ocean that is…

Poem: Hard Edges

late breakfast
on her porch
we prattle
enjoying June breeze
meandering memories
of who we once were
and might have been

we wander her garden
geraniums growing green
pausing to pluck
pink peonies
into a paper
coffee cup
scooping water from
the crumbling koi pond
trailing muffin crumbs
and fresh wishes
in the fading dew.

Poem: Three

(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 #30.)

one all alone with one
stripped down to basic
biological arithmetic
and naked simplicity
one over one
one into one
always makes one
so that logically
one plus one makes three.

 

Poem: Two

(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 #29.)

in pairs
and twos
and couplets
and rhymes

we come
and dance
and mingle
and dine

we go
and love
and nestle
and twine

in pairs
and twos
and couplets
and rhymes.