Spider web woven
Future already chosen
The inevitable bent
Chances broken
Connected by a rusted token
Of all you’re willing to relinquish. Continue reading “Dream Catcher – JG”
Tag: Poetry
Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls
Neither porcelain nor plastic,
Neither precious nor phony,
This is the testimony,
Ghost written to any and all,
Who not only fail but fall,
Into patriarchal pitfalls
Of treating women like dolls. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #215: Dolls”
Haiku Sunday – Overcast
“Overcast”
Stitch your clouds across
the sky, a billowing quilt
of heavenly down.
Steve D
Of Water and Wishes – JG
Tears to sail away on…
Frozen by the frigid you left in your wake.
Tears I pretend never fell,
All because of you and for your sake. Continue reading “Of Water and Wishes – JG”
Moonlit Musings – Entropy
Breaking Down
The more I learn the less I wish to speak
Leaving the silence to be filled
With big business jingles and the smallest of talk
Thousands mingle with single minded density.
In proportion? An intense propensity to hibernate –
Simple desire – To be left alone.
Haven’t seen anything better than this pretty
Colorful, hollow plastic ‘good’:
plastic gods,
better neighborhoods,
fast cars, faster food,
No pain and no scars. Continue reading “Moonlit Musings – Entropy”
Haiku Sunday – Afternoon
“Afternoon”
Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
Steve D
Turning a Blind Eye – March’s Theme
Distracted, ashamed, shifted focus, tunneL, Over and under and away from the holloW, No eye contact. No sympathy - real, quasI, Or other. Keep waking. Ignore thier needS. Too bad they did this to themselves. How saD. Glad I made the right choices? NO. All I have to be glad for is better luck than theM. If not for the grace of someone else's God, go I. Nothing different but our separate fateS. Too easy to pass on by - blind and numB. Humanity is rarely humanE. Each cry conveniently to someone noT Walking passed. Someone not losT Over and under and away in a sea of 'mE' Rejoice in the comfort of selfish concern foR Limited recipients: me, myself, and I is iT. Determined narcissism and ignored deatH. Avoiding virtue as deftly as a pleA Never spoken, Never writteN, Darkly arguing about worth and addictionS, Like charity bestows its alumnI, On the spot with a black gown and gaveL. Sinister excuses and twisted improV, Existing only to make okay an obvious vice. Yesterday, a cold shoulder to a former soldieR. Over and under and away gaze searching tO Understand why seeing someone hurt and pooR Results in mortification and disgust and hidinG. Small acts of kindness seemed to gO Out of fashion. Work, Buy, Hoard it alL, Until...? Well, I imagine 'til world's enD. Jessie Gutierrez
Haiku Sunday – Meta
“Meta”
At times I wonder
if my haikus will one day
be read as proverbs.
Steve D
Habits – FV
Joy isn’t a toy to be shared,
It’s a habit practiced daily,
Solitarily,
In private verily,
In public warily,
Don’t stand on ceremony.
Shown love doesn’t equal happiness only –
It’s matched with pain, jealousy, and suffering.
But happiness in one’s self?
Because of what’s inside
Drives given love
In a better direction.
Life in the little things.
Appreciation in the individual.
Jessie Gutierrez
March’s Theme – Marching Forward Toward What?
After the lovey dovey of last month, I figure it’s about time we get back to the harsh realities of life. This month’s theme was going to be “Simplify, Simplify, Simplify” a nod to Henry David Thoreau and then a brief comment on my own (book) hoarding tendencies and the pain inducing process of liberating some of them back into the wilds of Goodwill. Instead I’ve decided on: Continue reading “March’s Theme – Marching Forward Toward What?”
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