I foster two kittens
Who pool at my feet, on my lap, in my bed
And stretch into rivers when I dip my fingers into their fur
Black and pulsing, ginger and calm
Their mouths open into silent meows
And I see the rows of sharp teeth
Those craggy rapids
Which devour all I lay at their head
Avoid the bees bouncing about the lavender
Use the bird knocker
And cross the threshold
Night bleeds into day
shadows spread into darkness
The sun yet in its place-
Only us turning away
Cross the threshold
Letting the wind yawn into the hallway
Letting the gap between us fester as ember-eaten wool
Letting the whole black freckled with stars become our only greeting
Turn to me
5 Red comet at dawn
7 Scythe’s companion, novice fire
5 Hope whistles, whistles
Your ghost haunts all the best writing spots
Laughs into its tea
Greets me as if it has no memory
Our last argument eternally unended
I laugh along
Knowing I am hated
Even in that shell
If you must carry a shield at all times
I tell him as he screams one into view
Then you’re not strong enough to take the hit
I’ve taken plenty hits, he growls
None like this
A sword flares into his hand
I raise my eyebrows then frown
The shield is one thing
but this is-
unexpected
Strong enough to give one, he says
I’m tempted to sigh
Instead
I accept a blow
And another. And another.
I step back and watch him curiously as the blood drips down
How’d that feel? he snarls
He throws a wild punch which doesn’t land
Before he continues, I pause
The mistake was mine
I stumbled and shot an arrow into real-world battle
And hit him dead in the heart
Now his ghost storms around
Concocting battles for me to die in
As requested
I give him feedback
Great thrust. Nasty slash that one.
Not calculated enough. You’re getting lazy.
It’s the least I can do
I stand beside your gravestone
Weeks after the funeral
Was I not invited?
I have my good byes to say
And say them
I turn back for another glance
Knowing I’ll return
There’s always more poetry to share
As I turn away,
Shield my eyes from the sun
On my walk to the car,
I promise
To not disturb you anymore
I hear the thunder, but never see the lightning. Imperceptible memory. There’s a storm coming I might say. A storm came. Touching blue. Feeling the bruised bits of self. Seeing red- not the waving flag nor the sword.
Passing through moments and coming out the other side as residual. On the battlefield, I’m a ghost. I digest the moment by another’s insight, another’s memory. My own core cracked. A dropped egg- what leaks cannot be returned to natural holding. To mark the moment, I make quick sketches of what I’ve seen. Will see.
I fear this remembrance style will fade into the feeling. I shiver. Convulse. Shock treatment. Imperceptible memory. Of something. Have I changed tenses again?
I marinate in each moment. Taking on the flavor of of yelling. Of yellow. Voracious. Ferocious. Both. Then
nothing. The lightning strikes. Why am I counting? Imperceptible memory. At least I have you to fall back on.
On this blackest of days
Hope sputters and almost goes out
Shadows converge then leap apart again,
Crazed dance of our soon to be champions,
And in our fear, we learn Hope was only clearing His throat
To make way for even brighter light
No, my friend,
Hope will never go out
A Catena Rondo with a repetitive, complicated rhyme scheme. I’ve left the rhyme scheme within the poem – letters ABBA, etc. I hope you’ll try it and share one with me!
A Long lay the shadows
B calico stretches, defiant of man’s limits
B I hunch into my coughing fits
A Long lay the shadows
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A Fatigue washes over me, a bitter rain
B I smile rainbows when I don’t know what to say
B but daughter laughs sunshine, turns night into day
A Fatigue washes over me, a bitter rain
A Long lay the shadows
B1 calico stretches, defiant of man’s limits
B2 I hunch over into one of my coughing fits
A Long lay the shadows
B1 Calico stretches, defiant of man’s limits
C1 And tells me in sizzles, your death lingers
C2 then Resists my icy fingers
B1 Calico stretches, defiant of man’s limits
C1 And tells me in sizzles, your death lingers
D1 I dance in my bed
D2 She meows in protest, pulls back her head
C1 And tells me in sizzles, your death lingers
D1 I dance in my bed
E1 Distorted voices haunt the walls
E2 feverish steps up and down the halls
D1 I dance in my bed
E1 Distorted voices haunt the walls
A Long lay the shadows
F I silence my heart, I silence my toes
E1 Distorted voices haunt the walls
A Long lay the shadows
B1 Calico stretches, defiant of man’s limits
G then quietly, carefully on my chest she sits
A Long lay the shadows
An English sonnet is a 14 line poem with 10 syllables per line containing two quartrains and two tercets rhyming as follows: ABBA CDDC EFE GHG. Show me your sonnets! Forgive my lack of formatting as I’m still struggling with the beast that is WordPress.
Forgiveness
Ah, Love! That fatigable mother’s milk
Proves lasting beyond outward appearance
Creation once done holds no difference
Sinew and bone hid by piercable silk
Yet upon piercing, a cry stops the blade
Of doubt – mercy for thy love’s dark actions
Peace born in facing thy love’s infractions
Thy fingers broke skin, thy hatred was made
Bare lasts the bone, white sepulchre now filled
Bare laid thy love – was not your mouth once full?
Thy love continued, thy love’s full mouth stilled
Yet fond memory resurrects the dead
Their laughter endures in thy countenance
Ah, Love! Laugh – tell me what was it I said
In Ways I Cannot Miss You
I missed you in ways I cannot miss you
Whenever skies are darkened by eclipse
Whenever again smoke traces your lips
Or as children who point fingers pew pew!
Different dimensions, time periods
I criss-cross your skin in whispers and shouts
Until you stand aged and loved -without doubts
Of being loved- you rise in myriads
of mended cloaks spread out behind your frame
A sea of healing in your wings -and I?
having nothing left except my poor name
I leave the scene knowing I’ll miss you in
ways I cannot miss you. In moments like
this where the sun hits you, love’s dark twin
