What was and what wasn’t
Never just because, always not quite
Cupid’s been shot dead,
Shedding red toxic arrows,
And blood stained “will never be”s. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #192 – Cupid – JG”
Tag: Poetry
For R.L. – SD
“For R.L.”
I came upon you
A stranger,
Along this walk of mine. Continue reading “For R.L. – SD”
History
Leave it behind.
Leave me behind in the middle of what once was – Continue reading “History”
Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG
INK
There’s ink bleeding into the water.
What was once clean and pure,
Is now poisoned with words,
Dripping off pages never read;
Made venomous by things never said.
Unreciprocated, unsent, made bitter by regret;
Can’t see the bottom; can’t see the end. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #189 – INK – JG”
Of Acceptance and Beauty
So this was initially posted on another blog that has since gone under =P I don’t have the image that inspired it, but I like to think the poem stands on its own. Hopefully. You decide:
Such elegant beauty in the destruction.
There’s a cleanness, a clearness that only comes from the cutting away of the casual, Continue reading “Of Acceptance and Beauty”
Free Verse – Instrumental Inspiration – JG
So I noticed something pretty early on when I was looking for just the right song to try to pen lyrics for: when an artist or band puts out a song without words, there’s a helluva lot going on. So much so that words often feel positively extraneous. Like adding whipped cream on a cake covered in icing. But here goes anyways:
Continue reading “Free Verse – Instrumental Inspiration – JG”
Night Walks As A Woman – JG
I heard about a shooting the other night.
I was walking my dog after a long shift at work, torn between wishing she would just do her business so we could go home and enjoying the quiet that only seems possible after the sun has long ago set. A couple blocks down, two of my neighbors were likewise savoring the peace from the comfort of their front porch. Having a dog means getting to know everybody who lives within casual walking distance, so I waved hello. I’ll refrain from using names, and stick to genders – they’re a married couple, husband and wife. He’s a quiet fellow but she’s pretty talkative, so naturally she’s the one that mentioned the shooting to me.
Just Like The Stars – JG
Sometimes, when out late at night, I stare straight up into the sky – The bass heavy music wired directly into my ears momentarily receding, no longer providing its intended distraction from thinking, from being, from feeling. I look up beyond the ambient light. Beyond what man has built, to what has always been, but won’t always be. Sometimes it feels like I’m holding on to something already gone, but I know I’m wrong.
Just like the stars above,
this something was never in my grasp.
Just like the stars, shining in the now,
but really only from the past. Continue reading “Just Like The Stars – JG”
June’s Theme – From Head Banging To Gentle Swaying – JG
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what inspires me and it seems like the answer is only found in things out of my control: an extreme situation, someone else’s provocation, death, unexpected disaster. Thus, I am now on the lookout, or in this case listen out, for material that moves me, without uprooting my entire emotional wellbeing. Music has been a popular muse for so many writers, why not make her this month’s theme: Continue reading “June’s Theme – From Head Banging To Gentle Swaying – JG”
Haiku Sunday – Waves
“Waves”
Tides swell and roil
Crushing seductive power
Love and rage as one
Steve D
Evening Satellite Publishing 