Unlocked.
You can’t deny me now
Not after I’ve come so far
Through murky waters
Filled with leeches and vipers
Through dark forests
With echoes of strange creatures
When all I want
Need
Crave
Is the small patch of skin
Where you loosen your tie
And your neck and chest meet
With the whorls of hair
Tickling my nose
I just want a taste
And a place to rest my head there.
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.
hiding in one of the few places left
holding some shred of hope I won’t be found
losing track of days and even seasons
the only light comes from something pale and green
maybe an animal’s eyes
how many other predators are nearby
am I the only prey?
too many nights form a kaleidoscope
with too many tears blurred
by too many days
thoughts are jumbled
not making sense
only getting through this hour
is of paramount importance
shallow breaths
filling up the tight space
no place to turn
choices are bleak
if I could
where would I go
is there such thing as escape?
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.”
More lucid in the clear dark night
The starkness of day washed away
It only seems too late to make a change
But instead of one day ending
Why can’t it be another beginning
Choices have been winnowed to precious few
And in all honesty were there ever really choices at all
Or just one path with many diversions
When the feet are tired of trudging along
The grey matter takes up the case
Coming up with solutions where no problems existed
Still staring at star dials and maps
Looking for some sense of time or direction
The night echoes the day
Thankful for cloudless nights
Stars are shown brightest
When all the house is quiet
Only breathing and crickets to be heard
There is a brief real moment
All fits together
Every thought, feeling, creature, color
Then it’s gone at the next blink of an eye
The Word Rummager 