Tag: poetry

weight of concrete

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Weights of concrete blocks
attached to my ankles
keep me here.
If I tried to walk
they would break through the floor
pulling me down storeys,
shattering bones
to further impede me from moving
away to anywhere but here.

Gravity pulls my head
down to my ankles
where the concrete absorbs it all
full knowing of its power.
I sacrifice my mind
for my bones,
staying here under the weight of
where it wants me.

In the dense cement,
no room to breathe,
I try to sleep.
At least, maybe then,
I can feel weightless
if just for a moment.

the grass and the dirt

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Threading the blades of grass
between my fingers
and toes
picking up small particles of dirt
from the soil beneath
reconnects me to the Earth
grounding
calming me back to centre.

This, right here,
is all I have.
Everything I see and think in my mind
are not here with me.
Only the grass and the dirt
are.

 

 

river current

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You were the river
eroding shorelines
constantly flowing.

I believed
I could stand on the sandbar
in the middle
and you wouldn’t hurt me.

You swept me up
and into the current
proving how helpless
I was all along.

electrifying joy

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I held on to you for years
believing that if I did not,
the electrifying joy you brought to me
would leave with you
and leave me dark and dull.

For years
I believed you were
my source of joy.

It wasn’t until you faded away
and at last I cut the rope
I found a similar joy
in someone else.

For always,
you will be the one
who first brought to me that electrifying joy,
but not the only.

the moving sun

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The shade will only rest here
for so long
before the moving sun
will outrun the stationary house
to come over the rooftop
and find me,
take away my solace,
roast me.

The shade retreats further
under the sun’s ominous power,
shrinking.
Here I will stay
as long as possible,
until it’s gone.

Here I will stay
until it’s time to move on.

Listen to the birds

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Listen to the birds,
how they gently chirp and sing
with each other
to each other
their voices trailing in and out
amongst the breeze.

Try to emulate them.
Change your volume, tone,
and pace
to harmonize with the Earth,
not overpower.

Watch how your mind softens
your mind calms
your breath lengthens.

Experience, and embrace,
the transformation.

 

first crush

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I loved you
before I even knew what love was
though I never told you.
I wonder if you got the hint, though,
from the smiles, timed laughter
and how I always seemed to be there
where you were.
Probably not.
I thought I knew what love was then
and even now
I laugh
because half the time
I still don’t know what love is.