Tag: free verse

Painted Remembrance

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Rushing down the devil’s own highway
trying to catch the moon
as it plays tag with the sky

Wouldn’t want to miss the dance
as we battle with tongues
and every wit we can muster

Passing through ghost towns
filled only with dusty dreams
and out of tune player pianos

Can’t stop feet from tapping
and fingers snapping
to the wailing moans of singing ghosts

Running free to a new hybrid
forged from mettles of old men
and drawings of young girls

No stopping progress
trains of thought
or free verse pouring

No circling back to collect souvenirs
the dust from each town will suffice
a painted garden of remembrance

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August daydream

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late summer afternoon
haze almost swallows me whole
early crickets and late birds
vie for role of killer sound
eyes flattened shut
are pried open to cyan color trees with a silver sky
and the breeze tries to soothe
but only fans the open flames
want threatens to consume
daydreaming my nightmares away
until the fantastic remains
echoes of touch and taste
threaten to overwhelm
pushing me to forget the now
and exist only in the shadow of embraces
long ago lost

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Screw the Buttons

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What’s the right order?
I have all the equipment
buttons lined up in neat rows
right the fuck in front of me
But after wrenching struggles
and being worn down
by the opposite of accolades
from subpar humans
I’m stuck on something
as simple as a sequence!
No self help books necessary
no manuals for this job
When I chose to fly under the radar
I knew I’d mostly be on my own
but shit! this is ridiculous
Barely making sense to myself
almost speaking in code
the instructions were simple
but my detail-oriented brain
got in the way again
and I missed the big picture
So these buttons should be a piece of cake
if only I could remember
I’m so screwed

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Perfect Like a Fall Sweater

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Wrapped and curled up in soft words and dulcet tones
His gaze warms me like a sweater on a crisp fall day
Our cozy corner of the world
Smells of wood burning and tastes like caramel
I let his taste flow through me
While he cannot seem to stop his hands from smoothing over me

We’re timeless
Our search never ending within each other
Whether it’s soft sand or dry leaves beneath our toes
We are only aware of our season
With flavors and colors collected from our travels
And kept in perpetual shadow boxes

Enveloped in a haze of smoke and jazz
Smoke swirls above and drifts toward the early stars at dusk
We are fused in a contented joy
alone it seems even in crowds
I pull him closer and he holds me tighter
and we’re perfect like a sweater on a crisp fall day

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A Few Handfuls of Days

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And on the 19th day, she wept
Not for joy or anguish
but for the myriad emotions
swirling in her core

Barely a month ago it had begun
Then she found herself at sea
and strangely at ease
amid possibility

Newness holds promise
For there is no taint yet
to mar the smooth edges
or show any wear

She felt every crease in her being
Saw the roughness of her exterior
felt the stain deep inside
while plastering over it all with fakery

There are no steel coverings
To hide some hurts
renovating only helps
when it lies close to the surface

Only a few handfuls of days
Held the story of them
from glow to burnout
so why so much pain

When an idea takes root
And is stronger than memory
the gaping whole
is poignant for its brevity

Imagination improves on memory
Memory gets clouded by time
time heals many wounds
but it all still remains somewhere

She felt bereft
Yet was glad for the 19 days
she would keep that time close
tucked away in her mind

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