A poem about the reality of growing up, joining adulthood, and living out unexpected lives.
Category: Poetry
It, Thou, I
A poetic excerpt from my daily meditations called ‘It, Thou, I’, a focus on one object over time.
Shifting Scenes
Conversations are forgettable
as soon as they happen.
Scenes shift like pieces of
a movie. Black flashes
break apart the moments.
Pale Dots
Incessant moon that’s always missed
by city lights, whose signs kiss the darkness
and never let it be.
Yet there it is, palely reflecting
the star that cares little and less of our world.
We are specks on a blue dot and we are home,
but we don’t love our home.
The Pavement
Insightful little wreck,
With your stumbling pity.
You stand up in your high rise
looking down upon the peasants,
and you think, oh, how desolate.
How weak, how underprivileged.
I Am Queen
In his shadow I am Queen, forever vowed as protector and servant, but also as bodily slave. There are pawns and knights, and I am somehow lesser, yet I continue to play. The strategy is my game and he, the final victor. My body, my soul. His glory. What am I? Pawn? Passion? Prayer? I am Taken, and he is coward. I am off the board, so who is my opponent? I look aside for the final move. Now they all see it: Checkmate. #feminism #marriage #queen #knight #pawn #king #chess #game #strategy #poem #ch
The Insensitive Hybrid
Complicated beings build a simplified Existence. Smothering kindness and forever holding our breath for the next knife in our backs. In all that brittle baring we bare our teeth and Burn our hair. Woman, man and the Other stand in pretend unity to preach their cause to empty listeners with texting hands. Inside we are creative, but outside: facades are all we paint, post and preen and Primal are our fears. Social is our angst and our anguish. We say nothing when we Know, and we speak when we kno