You were my artifactDiscovered in a polished caseJust for show.Fooling is what you did best.I could haveBrushed away the dust,Erased and dismantledYour blemishesThat traced your foundation.You are the artifactI no longer lugThat tugged on my spineAnd prevented meFrom walking.An actual rarityNow fills my laboratory.
If I were one,I'd want to be an originalArrangement of letters,Absent of numbersBecause, after all,I am a writer.They have seen allThe landmarks,Searched tunnels andGlided along bridges.Michigan to FloridaAlabama to UtahAnd everything in the in-between.
Dew clings to fields.Calves and cowsWalk the perimeter,Side by side to the fenceClustered with weeds.Flies buzz,Landing on nosesLike airport runways.Coats spotted,Magnified Dalmatian.Hooves heavyGrass blades flatten.Summer rollsLike the fog,Autumn snags ontoThe next momentQuietly.Whispers of appleAs mowers whirAnd harvestThe final rows of corn.Hums of pumpkinAs the September sunRises higher.Drops written by midnightSprinkle the fieldsAgain.
Tangled likeJellyfish tendrils,Aquamarine and ultramarine,The corals, purplesAnd the greens.HeartsBleeding emotionallyLike ocean and moonSimiles,And when yoursBreaksI'll embroider theEmpty spaces.Rising, fallingUp and upDown then down.No more vacancy.
Circular speakersLarge like moonsGlowing in the night,Silent shimmers byPillow case.Like a warm mouthIn my earVerse and chorusRing and remain,Just sitting there. Static buzzesAnd I imagine somethingInterstellar. Turning knobsSkittering past numbers,Favorites always ended inNines and fives. New music flung itselfAcross my mind,Illuminating the backsOf my eyesAnd igniting a streamOf stories untold,The pronouns referred toCharacters I'd soon … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 13 – Radio
"You'll be okay." The ink drips in foreverThick like paint,Enduring. Onyx letteringAcross bonesI try to repaintWhite,Yet the soiledWords crackle through,Fast then faster. "You're going to be fine." I wipe awayEbony strokes,Un-dotting, un-crossing,Hoping my heartWill chip away the restAnd leave behindChromatic stamps. "You'll survive." Cloaked in ravenThe ink dries,I'll find another wayTo live.