A sprinkle of dust flutters to rest
There is no heart beating in that old chest
The photographs sit still, fading to grey
Framing dying people, memories, decay
Seal the coffin beneath
Close the crooked, cracked teeth
Take a hammer to its rotted frame
Until the wooden bones have lost their name
Build a crib from the debris
As done with the original tree
Declutter those ancient drawers
To hold an infant within its stores
This old chest will be born again
emptying the burden of what it had been
And life anew will grow inside
Now that this old broken past has died.
Happy National Poetry Month!!!
It was a haphazard approach to life
not a happy hazard, I reckon,
the way she took deadlines, like a knife
let them press coolly against her neck un-
prepared (but grinning). It was
a startling composure, that same
smile she wore each time, because
it was at once wild and tame.
It admitted that life was a bore,
that we’d constructed a silly game,
that she wouldn’t play now (she hadn’t before),
but it amused her to watch from this frame
of mind (or lack thereof).
Isn’t there something more?
so she smiled, laughed at the stars above
as each one slowly closed his door.
Photography courtesy Acton Wright.
A thin little truth stood up
in the middle of the conservation
to introduce himself and chaos.
I saw his sleek shadow in the pupil of your eye
and sensed there be something more to dread;
harsh is the telling of a lie
harsher is the truth that can’t be unsaid.
Get into thought
and out of the way
Words can be bought
but not the things to say.
Understand what is without
but know what is within
Can’t you hear your own self shout
amidst the world’s din?
If your ears cannot feed two
and you must make a choice
remember the world has enough people who
have tuned out their own voice.
*The endangered species of Thought faces environmental strains including noise pollution inside and outside of the cerebrum, overpopulation of a neigh-boring species Information, and toxic effects caused by intellectual refuse. The species has faced an exponentially shortening lifespan in recent years, due to predators in the environment that continue mutating into new harmful subspecies (e.g. Radio, Television, iPhone). The Conservation Effort to Prevent the Mass Extinction of Thought encompasses such universal foundations as PATW (Poetry and Thoughtful Writing), MATA (Music and the Arts) and its largest worldwide division CQC (Confusion, Questions, and Curiosity). The individual citizens of Mankind are invited to join the conservation effort by making daily contributions in the form of meditation, artistic feats, and general mental insubordination.
We’re really cool. We
go to school. We
study late. We
score straight. We
always know. We
four – point – Oh. We
write poems. (They’re
never our own.)
Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool“.
To live in casual simplicity
that twas the goal
but alas the duplicity
she concealed in her soul
For she said she would be,
only you see
to exist, to survive
But she caught herself soul-searching
and that was the end
she felt her heart lurching
just to see around the bend
To live without worry
to live without care
but the lines have grown blurry
she’s grown self-aware
It’s not enough just to be
somehow she felt incomplete
but to find herself some meaning
would be no small feat