When is turning away
Simply saving myself
The static makes it tougher to tell
I’ll tune out what they say
Leave their life on their shelf
Learn my own way around my own hell
-a.r.
Painting: Jeff’s Clock Radio by Raymond Logan
Unbalanced (again)
•November 16, 2014 • 7 CommentsPerfect permanent balance
Does not exist
Do not wish
It is simply the midpoint
Of our own pointy pendulum
While we find our swing
To the next extreme
A talent perfected
Only in death
– a.r.
Painting: Well Deserved Respite After a Particularly Brutal Goring by Bill Carman
Part of his Unbalanced series.
Purify
•November 14, 2014 • 1 CommentThis morning I woke
Cradled under layers of
Antiseptic snow
I wish that I had stayed
Pure and packed in ice today
Melting hurts too much
Best to light me up
Cleansing fast by fire instead
The ashes for my bed
-a.r.
Hypocrisy Haiku
•November 13, 2014 • 10 CommentsI’m bored of moral
Outrage over adult flesh
Given with consent
I’m horrified by
Moral ambivalence when
Consent’s not given
You are blind to both
By choice to avoid your own
Selfish discomfort
Beauty and consent
Power and autono(my)
Voice and choice denied
No more is it yours
To choose which kind of “she” we
Are allowed to be
-a.r.
Painting: Hypocrisy by mirabillisfuture on deviantart.com
In a Snap
•November 12, 2014 • 3 CommentsMy world revolves around nothing
It wobbles and spins like a top
And it’s hard to know truly
‘Cause direction’s unruly
So I snap-turn it before it can stop
-a.r.
photo: Spinning Top by noorieyuri on deviantart
Because
•November 10, 2014 • Leave a CommentA year of poetry
Seeped into me
It altered my
Anatomy
More slowly
It leaked out of me
And took with it
My sanity
-a.r.
Painting: Because by agnes-cecile
Folding
•November 9, 2014 • 2 CommentsAnd right now is when
I fold in and let my skin
Fortress me again
-a.r.
Painting: Amelia’s Dream by Olga Brown
Birdsong
•November 9, 2014 • 1 CommentThis morning
I cannot tell
If these dear birds
Sing their songs
To woo each other
Or
Fling them long
To wound the other
But my toes are cold
So inside I go
Perhaps
It’s just as well
-a.r.
Photograph by Lee Davis
A Mother’s Haiku
•November 6, 2014 • 1 CommentMy daughter’s too much
Like me some days there’s no hope
But in each other
-a.r.
Painting: artist and title unknown
Death of Venus
•November 6, 2014 • 4 CommentsI am invaded by change
Old seams are too tight
Once humming zippers
Busting teeth giving fight
I am finding it harder
To squish all of me in
Parts that used to be shameful
Scratching free from within
The one that’s emerging
Craves braver blood than I
So I will let her gorge
Well beyond satisfied
I am finding her vicious
But I’m loving her skin
Hypnotized by her voice
Scars and weapons from him
This year I give birth
Full exposure allowed
I am unleashing my middle
A messy life begins now
-a.r.
Statue: Death of Venus by Roger Reutimann
A reworking of a fluffier poem from a year ago, perhaps it is the time of year, the time of my life, or simply the push and pull that inevitably happens. That poem was authentic then, this poem is authentic now. Who knows what will be authentic in a year from now.
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