Poetry Archive :: Under

There’s some good ideas in this sequence, but the execution is all over the shop, plus there’s not nearly enough poetic flow. That’s the disadvantage of not writing your poetry in one hit and editing on the fly. This will be the last time that happens, as I’m determined to up the quality of outputted content here overall in the months that follow.

Starting next week, we’ll be doing things differently, but I feel it’s important to have this stuff up and online to remind myself that there is always room for improvement, and when you produce work at the level I’m currently churning stuff out, there will be variance.


Under

Early morning heat haze shimmers,
too hot already for breakfast.
Green and pleasant land buckles,
warping: thank you, global warming.

Consequences of our actions
expirated, child’s discomfort.
Each day, all more apparent
Earth’s verdant fruits, diminishing.

Under protective skies that may
soon refuse co-operation:
Mother Nature, pressurised
no longer capable saviour.

Accept our blame for destruction,
start reconciliation:
clean up this mess we’ve made, before
damage done, irreversible.

The fault, humanity’s: shoulder,
collectively responsible
alter trajectory to
salvage future for all mankind.


Poetry Archive :: Done

The next four weeks of poetry are not only connected by name (consider it a sort of word-association game) but link to the theme of the month. We’re almost done here, the holidays are coming, and there’s a kind of demob-happy vibe permeating everything. This is also the means by which yours truly gets to practice her stream of consciousness descriptive techniques on a wider stage. Let’s face facts, it is all largely pissing in the wind until someone else notices and gets something from the words.

I’m having a whale of a time. Does it show?


Done

We have arrived, on schedule, to
moment of almost perfection.
Safety belts, redundant restraints,
may safely be released. Relax.

Proceedings: fruitful, concluded
in most pleasant circumstances.
Comforting perspective, seated
grant next stage’s planning. Begin.

Placed for consideration, list
requirements, process imagined.
Without contention, debated
safe spaces then defined. Pleasure.

Comprehension: essence required
evolving past this present place.
Acceptance, redefinition
sans recrimination. Open.

Doors thrown wide, walk into sunlight
without fear. Transformation’s spark
undoes, decades limp restriction;
hostility, exhausted. Done.


 

Poetry Archive :: And You Are?

This non-rhyming, expressive stuff is getting easier. That’s useful, considering I’m going to be trying a lot more of it in the weeks that follow. For now, there’s a definite path emerging for progress. I can see where the issues are, and am working to correct them. This is the most fun I’ve had with words for a VERY long time.

Learning new stuff is fun.


And You Are?

There has been quite enough
Pandering to people,
Whose social agenda
Arrests forward progress.

Villains in both corners,
Oversensitive souls:
Easily offended,
Contentious reactions.

Everybody, calm down:
Consider consequence.
This continued conflict,
Helps nobody long term.

One moment, taken as
Catalyst: transforming
Remains of relations
Into new direction.

Entire psyche shifts, and
You are alteration:
Modification made
Removal, sweet relief.


Poetry Archive :: Inevitability

Something happened to my brain this week. Maybe it was because I finally understood what I’ve been all these years. Possibly it could be the relief from reaching the end of a particularly arduous journey. Mostly, between the start of the year and now, there’s been an acceptance of what lies at my core, and how to allow the truth of my existence the means to shine through.

Poetry is now a significant part of the evolutionary process.


Inevitability

The moment, inescapable
stands firm: teeth bared, blatant anger.
End of the line summarily
reached: quietly, all hope alights here.

Destiny’s flag, forced into ground
Hangs limp: storm’s choler short-winded.
Instant of confrontation, passed:
Recrimination may commence.

How can I be expected to
Survive torrent’s accusations?
Constants washed away, stripped conscience
Summarily dumped, overwhelmed.

Letting sand settle, emerges
Memory’s tidal detritus.
Remains from life experience;
Building blocks for mind’s new project.

Take sum total, education
From decades past, foundation laid
Presenting shattered consciousness
Cornerstone, transfiguration.


Poetry Archive :: Don’t Panic

There’s been a phenomenal amount of stress this week, which has not come from the Internet. Fortunately, as you are reading this I’ll (hopefully) be sitting in a field with a drink in my hand and all the trauma will be a distant memory. This set of microverses is the standard reminder to myself that honestly, truthfully, none of this really matters. Just live each day as it comes and stop worrying about everything else.


Don’t Panic

Don’t start with dim outlook:
Life, not some kind of drill.
One run at the track, mate:
How many false starts now?

Prevaricate, pointless
Helps nobody long term.
Hiding sudden panic
Fact: everyone’s alone.

Once dust settles, centre
Thoughts, redirecting self.
No more self-absorption
Break apart this problem.

Always take assistance
Whenever given: friend
In your corner, support
During difficulty.

Far brighter future when
Ownership taken, life
Improving steadily:
Strong future, reinforced.


 

Poetry Archive :: Disconnected

Amazingly, this has worked far better than I’d initially expected. In fact, this is something I’m very proud of. It’s also ended up as incredibly personal.

Funny how that happens sometimes.


Disconnected

Palpable loss, surrounding
Remains of this broken brain:
Was deconstruction worthwhile?
Unplugged, life disconnected.

Corpse of worthwhile anguish, strewn:
Crime scene sectioned off, weapon
Bloodied yet unbowed. Escape
Impossible; arrested.

Considering our failures,
Largely worthless exercise:
Run instead past this roadblock
Fleeing pointless metaphor.

Command, unconnected bursts
Randomly piled. Makes no sense
Yet begins transformation,
Create order in chaos.

From disassociation,
Confused, frightening signals
Finally, things get better:
Simplicity emerging.


Poetry Archive :: Inevitability

It appeared there was one more week of rhymes that had been overlooked, but this is everything now. I’m also scheduling this several days earlier than normal, which is hopefully now going to stick as habit. However, neither of these things matters as much as the content of this poem. This is the first of a series, marking a significant milestone in my personal life. It is tagged as such for search purposes going forward, and as poetry will be (in part) the means by which a story is told.

Sometimes, there needs to be courage to admit your failings.


Inevitability

The moment when
A light-bulb glows:
There’s no escape,
Consciousness knows.

The time has come
Choice must be made:
Relax, accept
Don’t be afraid.

The action next
May well depend:
Around belief
How things will end.

The trust in self
Beyond reproach:
With rest of world
This subject, broach.

The firm belief
You’re just not whole:
Diagnosis
Becomes the goal.