The Behavior of a
Small Child
it is something i
like to do a poem a day oops i forgot
and now it is the
day after the storm on times square
i really didn't mean
to start anything just trying to make a plan someone took issue
began
sputtering hissing snapping
speaking in such a
disrespectful way face all red saying
i followed you
thursday and didn't say a word interesting how
what we say and
how we say it speaks louder than the words spoken
you told
me spending the day at the met was not what you like to do
you aren't
interested in art you have no respect for me i have seen this
before
there was the day in
my home i had to ask you to leave then the day in nikko
you were rude and
disrespectful your behavior is that of a small child
November 4, 2015
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Surrender
surrender my
word of november it is necessary
to realize i have
little control certainly not over others i have to surrender
allow others
their experience even if it is not mine it is hard to imagine
the people you
love family can turn on you
like dogs in a
pack suddenly it is all your fault their real
or imagined
slights katy bar the door there is no holding back
they want to tell
you how they feel all that you are guilty of
i did not join in
the fray it was as if i was outside watching
i refused to
respond still somehow it was all my fault
November 4, 2014
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United/Divided
we have always been
united two peas in a pod sisters
life is long life
is short now we are divided
the remains of my
fragile heart rattle in my empty chest i miss you
yet there were no
crumbs scattered the path of return is lost
because i stood
outside as an observer your eyes glittered
hear your
words and feel the pain of your actions it is hard to believe
all that we have
been to each other is now gone
November 4,
2015
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Once Upon a
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who knows where it
took place a historic sight a common meadow
a hospital
bed death comes to us all a final goodbye
a good predictor of where it will happen where do i go
what do i do each
day where do i do it will i be aware
will i hear the bell
toll will i know when i grow cold
my limbs become
stiff when life leaves my body or
when it is
over the day is done i will no longer know
November 4, 2015
Note: I am writing a poem a day for the November Pad Challenge...I forgot, so this is my catch-up for the first four days.
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Poets United
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Poets United
A Quiet Place
sometimes the
calmness and peace i seek
just out of reach i
can see it i know it
and yet i am
accused unfairly treated badly
my brain in
chaos unable to rest hard to quiet the voices
i get out the
remains examine what is left can find no answers
hard to think
about otherworldly perhaps there is another language
November 4, 2015
11 comments:
It happens quite a lot. We know the place where we can find tranquility, yet it seems out of reach. A very thought provoking poem.
Wonderful writing, my friend. I wonder, if the person read these poems, if she might reconsider. I so resonate with feeling like one is standing outside, observing, in such an instance. That is what I do, as well. Sigh. Relationships are so fraught. One this central is a significant loss which I hope time will resolve. Your words speak to my heart.
There is another language in our dreams, one that we hold in common with kindness and love and most of all, a sense of safety. I'm glad the narrator keeps sight of that tranquility even if it is just out of reach. It gets closer and closer, leaves and returns. You wrote a lot today! I'll read the other poems after I read the entries in the Poets United queue.
Oh to have had a sister that close! I never had a sister to share the pain of growing up with, and I wasn't that close to my brothers. As a middle child, I often felt I was standing outside of things, to blame, and utterly outcast. I see how the tranquility poem fits into this sequence. Wow.
Thanks for your poem. I like the unique structure of your writing.
my brain in chaos
unable to rest
hard to quiet the voices
i get out the remains
examine what is left
This is such a vivid image.. and so true. We often struggle to achieve a sense of peace and tranquility. Beautifully penned.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
What we do definitely speaks the loudest. Rudeness and disrespect should not be a part of a relationship.
Its a stuggle sometimes to get to that place (within ourselves) of tranquility. Yet we know its achievable, so yes we keep aiming for it
Have a good Wednesday
Much love...
Yes, there is another where words are unnecessary. Love and caring need no words whether we do it ourselves or it is done for us.
I like this form that you are using here, one I am not familiar with. I do hope people around you stop blaming you!
Such a raw, honest and in many ways beautiful account of how life is..the not gritty..and the pain of love and loss...each piece unique and yet connected..a tapestry..a history...and i do so hope you are well xo
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