Simple Sunday (Taken with Instagram at Caroline Park)
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Yesterday and the fog
Sound theology has a way of doing that. (Thanks David!)
“Awake” (April 5th)
Wrote a bunch today! But here’s what came of it, slimmed down.
Awake
I pull the string and
the blinds roll downward,
the sunlight, heat
saturated hues in blue
and orange; eyes waver
and the light-
new and convincing.
“Because of shoes, snakes, heels, poison, and love” April 4th
“Because of shoes, snakes, heels, poison, and love”
The shoes by the front door, where snakes crawl in
and bite the heel as feet slip in,
and a poison courses through and it’s all over now.
It’s all over now.
Resurgence of sickness, sickening resurgence
of all that will be lost,
fear, and feet,
the vibrant wiggling toes
the magic brush of yours against mine
is lost.
Amputations; mark here, cut here,
marker on pale skin,
to be cut and removed.
Stop the poison,
stop the coursing,
stop the toes,
step on the toes.
Step over, step through, step, and step,
and left sounds in right ears,
right sounds in left ears,
wrong sounds in wrong ears.
A resurgence, of memories,
bitter about the memories,
the childhood memories.
Return,
return and be saved.
There’s no way of knowing,
but something is off;
it’s imbalanced,
it’s hanging crooked,
it’s on backwards,
the tag is sticking out.
The tones are bright, soothing, and
Poison.
Poison is real again.
The struggle resurges,
is it real-
What day is it?
You’re wrong. The answer is not.
The threat is real.
The date is wrong.
You smile through wicked teeth.
That isn’t you.
Your teeth dangle;
they wiggle like toes.
They’re painted red and slip
into your open-toed shoes.
Poem a day: April.
Hey guys-
Finally doing some writing again. It’s been way too long. I’m in a new frame of mind and I’m excited to be sharing with you again. If you’re interested, leave me some feedback, reblog, share it with friends, anything! I’d really appreciate it. If it’s not really your thing, no worries, and thanks for humoring me =)
April is poetry month, and in honor of that, I’m going to be attempting to write a poem a day. It’s already the 4th, so I have a bit of a late start, but it’s better to be late than never.
Thanks for reading!
Relation (Jan 11th)
Relation
Walking this town
this town on a grid
of cross streets and signs
Wonder where I stand
these coordinates
in relation to yours
Wet streets blend
red and green traffic lights run
and the stop/start
feels ever more real
Fingers (January 10th)
Fingers
The sprinklers erode the newspaper
into a film and wet words pour
into the grass and
palms down, green blades shoot between
white skin and ivory bone
clench and snap
The warmth of television glow
jolts between glass and fingertips
invisible collisions
snap
under nails
through veins
all over
Pupil (January 9th)
Pupil
I see myself
in the dark of your eyes
I’m scared of being
what you see
If you see and
you don’t like what you see
