Poetry month ~ Fin

Poetry month is thankfully over and what I learned is that 4 poems a day is too many fucking poems. I think 3 a day is the sweet spot. Sometimes 4 was doable and sometimes I was scraping out my brain for anything to write about.

Like anything, it can be taken too far and 4 was immensely difficult. And I don’t know how many of them were actually good.

Anyone want to comment which one they liked most from the month?

Sunrise before eyes close

Reality swims
Broken skin
Floats like lilies on skin
No truth revealed
But All in wake
Transfixed by silent reckoning
Mistake or beckon
Plans kept or broke.

Methods of a memory

There is comfort in the everyday
In the routine
If you make yourself aware of the process
If you accept this moment
There is comfort in the whip
In the highs and lows
Mindful isn’t a buzz word
Being fully in the moment makes any moment worth the time spent
My goals are comfort and joy and love.
So when I top, my goals are to get you where you need to be to join me, by my side
Never in front or behind
My partner, my equal
My submissive
Two sides of the same coin

Calm instead of anxious

Staring into the depths of what might be
Daring myself to jump
You sidle up and say not now, not yet
And somehow, for now,
Talking with you is enough
While I plan for a greater future
And hope
Our plans coincide

Youth wears a trenchcoat

Kaleidoscope Sky
Wheel and turn
Flashes of not quite right
But wanting to burn
Grab hold the razor wire
Jump the fence
Blood and pain
Writing appeasement
to gods wanting
the attention of the wise
Epistemology and the drunken dreams
Fracture lines
In the deep fault
Awake
Of agony and wine
Let me tell you a tale of mine.

Perennials

Self doubt is not an attractive quality
but is the honesty that motivates it a compensating factor?
Each thought and desire examined and given to you
as proof of my trust and trustworthiness. Flowers in full bloom
attached by tendrils to my heart
Living and growing
looking for purchase
for purpose.