Day 16. We’re over the hump now on our 30-day blogging challenge. There have been a couple of days when I felt really pressed for time and had no idea what to blog about. If I wasn’t involved in this challenge with my bros, @MrFresh and @SMVGeek, I would have let those days slip by without blogging.
The accountability to my blogging brothers keeps me motivated to blog even if I don’t particularly feel like it.
I fear that once the challenge is finished, it will be easy to slip into old habits of not blogging for flimsy reasons like the classic, “I don’t have time…” That’s why I love doing these challenges, because even if I don’t have time, I make time, or as the Merovingian says, “If you do not ever take time, how can you ever have time?”
I mentioned in a post a few days ago that I have a folder full of poems that I have been meaning to shape into another poetry collection. It’s been 13 years since I published my last collection.
For today’s post, I thought I’d share a few poems from the folder. These aren’t necessarily in their final form, but here you go…
Who are you?
She asked me the one question I was afraid to answer. I’ve spent too much time constructing and reconstructing this persona for her to come along and deconstruct me with a single question. She can sense my stories are only skin deep, polite, easy on the ears, but light on the soul I’m afraid to reveal myself to myself, frightened because I’m not sure what she or I might find But she really wants to know Who are you? She asks. I duck and dive and sidestep the question that’s on everybody’s mind I hardly know myself I fall to the ground. I hand her my head on a plate. She burst into tears laughing madly, your name is all asked Don’t be so dramatic.
I gave her my thoughts Until there was nothing Left of my mind
as i listen in silence
the tick tock of the clock
grows louder and louder
all i can think about
is how captain hook
freaked out every time
he heard a ticking clock
he knew death was near
but that didn’t stop
old hook from trying
to out sail his fate
or me mine.
She reminisced in my name. Fire, meltdown and the sanity they let loose in a tangled abstract fantasy of post apocalyptic let down. She reminisced in the attic for the wind, the damned, and the free. Her shadow slipped further. Soft she lay as the boys came for her body. She looked to reach them in their sleep. One by one they came inside her, cuddled her body like the walking dead carry sheep. They wouldn’t reminisce in her beauty took her dress for rags, her hair for loose strands of braided hopelessness. She reminisced in the darkness. No longer lonely, a mystic fastened like clockwork, I never tried to see her face.
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