Yesterday was the last day of poetry month for me. I hope you all enjoyed it. I did, indeed, find it easier to write this time around though that may have been more due to my emotional state than the ease that practice brings. In any case, I hope that some pieces were impactful. Thank you, dear readers, you make my work beautiful.
poetry month
Where is the raven
Phonetic structures
Slip, slip, slip
Knives embedding into flesh
Hearts blood flows thick
Death by slow inches
In the shade of what was
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Questions strike deep
I had a whole thing
A thing about truth and honor
But it occurs that
What others see as
Honor and truth are not what
I see
In my heart, as long as I’m honest, I’m truthful
In my heart
as long as I keep my word,
As long as I protect my people,
As long as I adhere to my rules,
I am honorable
There is no outside structure that imposes order on my heart
Only my self
Maybe that’s not what you thought
But it is what I am
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Standing
not looking to change the world
Just changing myself is enough of a challenge
Just paying for my transgressions is enough
Just looking for a different place to be happy
Just waking up
Just falling in love
Just breaking
Not looking to change the world
Just looking to be
Just looking to sing
Just looking to write
Just want those minutes between
Just dreaming strange dreams
Just supporting my people
Not looking to change the world
But I’m not looking to bow to it either
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Liminal glow
Clicks echo to empty
Haunting melodies drift close
Disappearing too soon
Rumbles in the distance
Here
In the quiet
I wait for you
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A scream without voice
Drift and burn
Slashed wrists
Fetid blood
Spills as rain
Corruption seeps into bone
Minds rot
No chance to find the way
Home
Last shudders
Breathe Choked out
Quiet wind blows
Waiting
…..
Waiting
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Soft pop of asphalt
Dance across the wind
Blown turmoil rises
Up to the heat
Kissed placid
Calm in this desert
Heat making plain
Sacrificed dreams
Slow whispers turn the leaf
Perched on death’s bones
Watching the quiet
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Uneven wings
Murmur skitters across
Shivers tremble
Tighten
Cold
Bleeds in
Soft skin yields
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Softly now… Softly
Riverbed dries
Summers promise yields
Small trickles wending through deep roots and dying youth
Smiles all around
Waiting on the banks
Remembering the glacial torrent
Crisp mornings
Gray light gives way to sun cresting mountains
Pouring light
Into the pocketed dark
Kiss me there
In the grey
Between
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Wave function
Standing between getting what you want
And having what you need
Just Oscillating here
Stuck at the crossroads
Waiting for word that
I’m not alone
Hoping I will meet you
Touch my hand
Maybe we’ll go the distance
Maybe we’re just waystations to something better
Whatever the case
It all begins
Now
Pelgris 