Composed 6/21/20
Description: An old, unposted poem as I muster up inspiration to get back into the writing game…
Silence
is not an absence
it is an abundance
of words that congeal inside my lungs
when truth is stranger
and sadder
than fiction, than satire
we are
personally, professionally, socially
overwhelmed
no wonder
no one can breathe
Composed 11/2/16
Description: Stress. It’s my life. Certainly until December, probably until August, maybe forever. Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Bludgeon.
Does it come as a tap?
Nay
Nor even a shove
But like torrent rains it comes suddenly
Roaring
From above
And forever and always
Endless reams
Bludgeoning
Constantly
And I’m ripping at the seams
A famine exists
But when will it appear?
Not day nor weeks
Perhaps months or years
But can I take the hammer
Until the sunshine leaks through?
Can I even live
When I’m living black and blue?
Composed 8/24/16
Description: Long overdue, this is for all of you.
it’s
easy
to get bogged down
by the blood and the lies
and the heart tearing pain
how could we ever escape it?
it is everywhere though
we try to avoid it
in our hands in our eyes in
every conversation
like an epidemic that
bleeds us dry
but this
this is why
we must make time for beauty
on days when darkness permeates
into our very soul we must
make an effort to make our hearts
erupt in song, in light
we must shine out from the inside
to make something
even if it’s just a smile
even if it’s only yours
can’t you see that we will die
if we hide beauty behind the lies
if we stop and never smile?
beauty is what renews the soul when
it’s been poisoned
beauty is what gives us hope
and not the false beauty that drags us down but
the art of a sincere soul
let your soul breathe
in beauty
it’s not an option it’s not
a silly hobby it’s
essential to life
don’t be tempted to
stifle it
don’t think it’s a poor use of time
to embrace it
we need it
make it
savor it
you might just
save us
Composed 8/16/16
Description: For today’s Daily Prompt: Carry. Inspired by a timely quote from today.
One of those spurts of spontaneous wisdom
Don’t buy more than you can carry
It was, in fact, related to groceries
But carrying carries more meaning
Shall I take on your problems
Hold them close to my chest
And lift them up as best as I can
Alongside the daily stress I carry
And my thoughts and the worries
Of others, so many?
What if I drop you all over the floor?
Or bruise my own body
As I fall to the ground
And sacrifice myself as I try to manage
The world?
What good does it do you
If I buy in but can’t manage?
What good does it do me
If I buy in when it destroys me?
You cannot carry everything
So choose and
Carry wisely
One of those spurts of spontaneous wisdom
Don’t buy more than you can carry
For you might demolish something
More important than groceries
Scraps of Paper 