that's mrs. mediocrity to you

i need to eat and you’re not hungry
we are mind mirror
life miners

asking hope to keep promises never made

i feed you prawns for breakfast
and there is never enough

you are sage and i am curry

you are silence and i am angry

you have too much and i
get lost a lot

of course I don’t blame you
for accepting what was offered

i am
quiet
standing
balanced

blown but not destroyed
by the way of things

you need to eat and

i am hungry

plate, fork
salt, knife

round table

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Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night – join us!

tick tock goes the clock with the certainty of proven
………….your heart is the art of discovery
………….and we play the blame game
………….as you are driven
………….through the trees to the track
………….of distinction
………….eyes blindfolded

…………………..not to keep you lost
…………………..but to prevent
…………………..the hound of found
…………………..from following
…………………..your eyes

………….down the paths
………….you did not take
………….to all the promises
………….you could not make

…………………..and you are lost as the
…………………..silence in a sea of dead souls

………….which is to say
………….i hear you

…………………..singing

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

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i want to marry earl grey and move to the mountains

live on scones and color song, dreams and folded lawn

breathe in fresh and ripple and whisper pine

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on a raft in the center of a lake named time

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we’ll dress the moon in ribbons and hang petals from stars

strip the sunset of orange and use it as fire

never-wait for dawn and sip the scent of every howl

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from an island of boulder, shoulder and bone

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to warm our toes in the quilt of forgiveness

steep our hearts in the river of revolution

soothe our skin with the afterglow of room

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beneath our sky tent bird fingered curious home

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

Also linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night

you’ve unfolded me
again

come to stare at crease and corner
dog-eared rhyme
lackadaisical time

i prefer the darkness
of your pocket
heart bent and burnished

where i learn all your secrets
by the pattern of
rest race pound melt skip

and you beat me
with your silence

drowning out everything
but the crinkle velvet sound
of worn words rubbing up
against lint and line

torn tattered loyalty
habit defined

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

so what
if the world
moves on
without you

are you
so certain
there’s a
better place
to begin?

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
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i have hands that need to be worried
knitted brows and empty eyed needles
clicking and clacking in time
with a grandmother’s song

she told me all her stories once
from a field of corn and desperation

broken backs and clattered crows
stealing all the shiny bits

i made a choker of her words
red silk knots and sour drops
on the tongue of overdrawn wisdom

she knew everything about me
before i was born

and nothing of the taste
of redemption

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

you can hear the world sleeping

it makes its own sound
bears its own cross
fills its own void

a spiderweb of dream
and nightmare

edged with dewdrop and laughter

spoken words float out
across the horizon of yesterday

tomorrow
someone just waking up
will hear them today

your whisper
is the scream
that stops the hand
that wields the knife

your off key whistle
is the icy finger
beneath the crack
of winter’s window

your declaration of love
is the robin singing penance
for curing dawn
of all color

lie still
in the mirror dark quiet

wait

it’s impossible to breathe
without inhaling
someone else’s

exhale

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

today i don’t want
to be greedy about anything.

forget greedy,
i don’t even want to want what i want

i want to stand here on bare earth
naked and white

beneath this sky of broken promises

listen to the thunder

i want to be cracked open
by an errant bolt of lightning

lit, for one brief moment
from the inside out

fed by a harvest of sunshine
and scolded by the red words
of dusk

i want to be hollowed out and left

opened and forgotten

today i don’t want
to be greedy about anything.

i want to breathe fire into blue surrender

hold everything still and empty

wait for hope to fill me up

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

everything that was broken yesterday
remains that way today

i have fixed what i can and the rest
is the life i have chosen

or sunk into
shoulder high

and i’ve yet to flail my hands

i am still
and silent

i was listening for something
for the longest time

and then i forgot how to speak

this isn’t mud i wallow in
but rather
the exquisite change pain of life

i no longer wait to be rescued

there are stars
or rain on my face

clouds
or blinding blue skies

crows chatter on the line
i used to talk through

there is a bluebird just now
warbling a love song

there is earth pressed tight
against my heart

winter ate me whole
and spring will spit me back out

this clay will all turn to dust
and my feet are already

bare

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.

this room is empty save
for that ball of string
standing in one corner
looming tall and multi-colored
all knotty and criss-crossed
with dust and ever afters and
red might be for love but blue
is for everything else
and from a distance
it all blurs into beige
just the way I see your face
when i squint
in the sunshine

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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.