Swearing up a blue streak The grain of his outer staff Perfectly matching my inner sculpture I weather the frothy current Tinkling down the esophageal path In a flight of carnal – carnival – carnivore joy The apparition of the newly dead bird laid to rest
And you’d think it was you who called it off At my own damned hubris do I scoff Worse thing I ever did – how could I know Would be to be so stupid in letting you go
Too afraid to tell you what was needed You said I’d be sorry, you succeeded
I expected anger
How you made me strong was a weakness I’d deride Though I knew it for truth, I was too deep in my pride Knowing I lie, when I say I’ll get through this Now trapped in the feeling my own hubris
All that’s left are the memories, Once dear to me, now sear through me
I expected anger I expected I might be sad
The empty bottles aren’t drowning out the din When midnight finds me sobbing once again You were all I had and I threw all For I never learned how to beg, never knew how to crawl And that’s my my downfall
The morning air purred contentedly
In azures bright and clearly
Enough to see forever
Comforting as a warm wrap and a good read
Oh put it in a box for me indeed
In retrospect I should have known better
Of course it’s going to turn like this
The barometer drops to ruin my bliss
And the azures hiss and howl to a sleet of slate
I retrieve my umbrella placed out of sight
For the barking and caterwauling out tonight
Felines and canines dampening on our date
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Having silliness with a common analogy for uncommon weather
Dawn finds me at the window waiting for the sunlight
As once again I suffered another sleepless night
The once brilliant stars no longer seem as bright
Because you’re not here with me to enjoy the sight
I carry this sense of gloom in the noon of day
The things once beautiful no longer hold sway
I never dreamed how your voice my mind can replay
Or how for the lack of you, my heart does decay
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
These walls still hold your laughter, carry your scent
A bittersweet symphony that cause my heart’s rent
And staying away from home, does not pain circumvent
For all the reminders of you, in every place we once went
Only when the synergy was gone, did I understand our rapport
How I can’t seem to lift myself, for it’s you who helps me soar
A call, a letter, name it, baby I’m on my knees ready to implore
To beg, to plead, anything to hold you in my arms once more
Our friends say that we are living in a hellish trance
You know without each other, neither of us can advance
I vow to replace every stolen moment of our romance
Just give me the chance, baby, please give me the chance
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
No!
I’m not
About to
Commit to yet
Another challenge
My
Body
Unwilling
My muse smiles with
Antici- pation
Sigh,
Do? Don’t?
Either way damned.
Choices, choices
We will wait and see
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National Poetry Writing Month 2017 – Day 1
Yeah, yeah, yeah – I’m here in it – again. As you knew I would be, GirlGriot. Zip it.
I’m beginning this year’s challenge as I did last year by honoring the person who smiled knowingly as I whined about participating this year, knowing full well – glutton I am- I was going to, by using her form the Arun.
A nonce poem created by friend and fellow blogger, GirlGriot, an Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements. Today, I follow the pattern she’s set, left aligned and un-rhymed. I will take a little poetic license again, in future runs of the form.