Explosive

Explosive

Moonbeams flicker through the fog
Conducting a quiet symphony
Of sighs and weary goodbyes
Last call
Lights out
Yawns stretch and silence falls
And with it the heads of lovers collapse onto shoulders
Dominos caving in on each other
Neatly origami folded figures flopped together like
overworked dolls retired to bedroom shelves.
Nestled and nooked, tucked and together
The containment of this company
Highlights my loose ends
My anxious domino chain
My carelessly crumpled paper
My messy room and barren shelves
This ever ticking
potential explosiveness of being
One

Day 16: BUT

Okay, so there’s this rule…that everybody knows…that I also just made up…that if the day ends before you fall asleep, it is NOT ACTUALLY OVER.

So, on that note: Hi, I just got home from the dreaded double shift and I shall count today as Day 16 whether Joseph Gordon-Levitt likes it or not.

Anyways I wrote you a poemy type thing on the bus ride home and it probably makes no sense which is AWESOME because that’s how you know you wrote a good poem…right? I named it “But”. One ‘T’ only. You’re welcome.

“But”

The story reads from right to left
Starting from the top
Down the page
And on past the commas, periods, and exclamation marks.
But
In between those lines
We learn
Things are not what they seem.

For these brief words have been sifted
and eroded
Mineralized
and compacted
Decomposed
and fossilised.

Yes,
Here it reads, “boy meet girl.”
Here at the sharpest end of a tiny pin
In a box of your mother’s jewelery
In a tomb of a dusty room
In a house that vibrates with the anxiety of secrets that it keeps in it’s tight
And static
Geographical location.

Here
Beside the there
Within the town of that
And ever larger nesting dolls of etc.’s
Hide it well.

With this refinery
It is possible to stumble upon such a sure story and write it down as
Evidence and
Profound fact
With the beginning as “boy”
but
And the climax as “meets”
but
And the end as “girl”
but
And the “.” as happily ever after
And forever
 but
And always.

BUT

Perhaps the boy has met another girl
Or maybe the girl drove her car off the bridge
Or the boy finds the greatest peace in knitting
And the girl plays heavy metal
All things
Far too run-on and messy
For the neat sentence that here contains their lives
In such an false
Yet acceptable way.

For stories may be told
But the truth remains locked in what we hold onto
Beating steadfast in our rattling ribcages
Set free in the moment of
Realization
That things are not what the seem.

This present moment
The domino on which you perch with fleeting balance
Is the only
Sure
Story.

For here
It is all
Uncertain.

His Spectrum: Inspired by “November” by Max Richter

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Some Days

This post is part of the “Blogging from A-Z April Challenge”! The “S” themed inspiration for today is “some days.” Enjoy!

Some Days

Some days

The orchestra finishes playing

The circus leaves town

The theatre empties

Clouds cover the stars

And in all the languages in the world

I cannot find one beautiful word

Or simply one I understand

 

Some days

I don’t want to deal with love

With it’s paperwork and taxes

How much to give

How much I should get back

When the ones I love don’t reciprocate

And my outward nonchalance seeps in

To save me

 

Some days

Stretch like holes in sentences

That hang unpunctuated

Unfinished

Like this rant in my head

A discrepancy of a locked in soul

I wait, holding these beating hearts

That I gamble all away for yours

 

It’s not how you should play the game

But

Some days

The rulebook tells me

To play without rules

Some days

I realize we make it all up

As we stumble along

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(No plans for T yet but let’s make it something a bit more optimistic, Kat, yes? 🙂 )

Reminder

This post is part of the “Blogging from A-Z April Challenge”! The “R” themed inspiration for today is “reminder.” Enjoy!

Reminder

Locked behind thick black doors
His words were painted into her breath
And like watercolor
Mixed and spread
Seeping through the faintest
Cracks in the gates
Escaping into blanched landscapes
Far beyond her reach
And she remained
Waiting for the strange new hue
To reach his skin and color him
With realization
That he had left her behind
Chained to his memory
While he walked free.

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Noiselessly

This post is part of the “Blogging from A-Z April Challenge”!The “N” themed inspiration for today is “noiseless.” Enjoy some photoetry on this happy Tuesday 🙂

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(Coming up tomorrow on The A-Z Challenge: ‘O’ is for “?”)

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In This Kaleidoscopic Kingdom

This post is part of the “Blogging from A-Z April Challenge”! The “K” themed inspiration for today is…well, the letter “K”! Nothing like exploring that exclusive little section of the dictionary that is home to knights and kings and a variety of Australian marsupials. Enjoy!

 

In This Kaleidoscopic Kingdom

 

In this kaleidoscopic kingdom

Kindred are we

A koala and a kangaroo

Kicking Karate and killer Kung-fu

Kleptomaniacs stealing keen kisses in the kitchenette

While the kettle knocks knowingly

And the kittens kindle kerfuffles,

Kidnapping and parading our knickers

As kitschy cat kimonos.

 

Coming up tomorrow on the A-Z Challenge: ‘L’ is for “LOST”.

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