I should write
But I exhale
The “shoulds” whisper
To no avail
I settle in
To home and skin
Until the watch
Begins again
-a.r.
Painting by Jack Vettriano
Reposted because it is an annual tradition and an annual struggle…to let go of my ambition for a moment, in order to exhale and be with family.
There are ghosts that stay
Put like ancient trees rooted
But shrouded in fog
-a.r.
Photography: Arbor by Julie-rc on deviantart.com
Yes
I am severe
I will not suffer severing
Unless / the slicing’s done by me
-a.r.
Photography: Angizia by daunhaus on deviantart.com
A mutiny upon my tongue
Has left me paralyzed and stunned
Did I bite down but remain numb
Or has my palate’s play been run
and
Did I taste my world enough?
-a.r.
Painting: Preparing the Feast by Petrus van Schendel
I do not handle
Pressure well
A screaming teapot
Gone to hell
-a.r.
A quarter clanking in a dryer drum
No hope of quiet till your work is done
A narrow staircase with no rail to hold
And slippery socks upon your feet
A gas pain stabbing guts in public space
But in the middle of your buttoned speech
A glitch that quits each save you try to run
I am the ghost in your machine
-a.r.
Digital art: Ghost in the Machine by grumpus138, found here: https://grumpusart.wordpress.com/2014/11/24/ghost-in-the-machine/
Loss of little things
Pinpricks of impermanence
Paper cuts still sting
-a.r.
Painting: Broken Chinese Porcelain by Jan Teunissen
That siren it swirls and howls and hangs
crowding the air around my head
It grabs me by the ears and screams
and warbles into both of them
It drowns all sound in my canals
muffling me right down to drums
Three two one
GEEEET UUUUP AAAAAAND RUUUUUUUN!
I do not move
I sit
and
wait
-a.r.
It seems I am at a loss lately
Half poems
Half truths
Half me
It seems I dream of what I’m not
Full head
Full fool
Full stop
It seems there may be no escape
But to want
But to wait
But to tolerate
It seems, it seems, oh how it seems
And still
And yet
And…
…Oh fuck it, I forget
-a.r.
Artwork: Portrait of a Self Portrait 4,
by Alexa Meade
Geese once again
Echo and ascend
I never can tell
If they simply usher seasons
Or portend,
A warning bell
-a.r.
Photograph by Meredith Bell
Reposted because I heard them echoing, and saw their southerly formation, for the first time this season. A warning?
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