don’t silence me
please
it’s taken so long
to find the right words
they must come out
or I will fade back away
from all that’s good and light
Stuck in Yesterday
it’s tomorrow where you are
I’m stuck in yesterday
like a scratched recording
you keep coming back
haunting my daydreams
bending my insides like warped boards pulled from the old barn
my view is of mottled cobwebs
the song I hear is a dirge of loons
my face is etched with lines of turmoil
the words linger like a wine stain
if there is a today
I’m too listless to fix anything
so I lie amid wreckage
while you dally with the latch at the gate
letting in both invited and intruded ones
the sweet minstrels
and the vultures that would bite their tongues
being stuck in this place with others like you
still feels vacant sometimes
when I realize it’s all tempting
but it’s not real
Speaking Out
Struggling with the sticky bonds
Keeping my words at bay
The greater the struggle, the more they want to break free
No Wrong Way to Write
Spill onto the page with ramblings your heart has led you to trip over
Grammar rules don’t apply here-
Screw punctuation!!
Only words that rip and tear you apart until you’re bloody and empty are welcome
Only when you stop beating yourself up can you let go and take up the pen instead
Only when despair is poured out can the soul be at rest
The empty vessel can again partake
The body revels in the base nature with which we’re all born
The defilement reaches an impasse
Until feeling overwhelms
And ideas form yet again
Unleashing rage, fear, lust on the page
With no one to blame or turn to
With no censure or false pretenses
With nothing but joy in expression
No relief except by your own hand
No gain or loss except existence
No wrong way to write.
The wonderful folks at Writers Haven have published a few more of my poems. Take a moment to check it out along with some of the other wonderful features on their site.
“We are proud to associate with the poet Word Rummager who has sent us the Immaculate Collection of poems. She has been a regular contributor of both poems and short stories. This month’s poems are astounding.”
The Word Rummager 