Picture from: www.psycologytoday.com What you did. . It seems I've been running, running all my life Only slowing occasionally to catch my breath or glimpse the world's beauty Daily I press onward, setting new goals and chasing after new deadlines Moving forward without reflection. . I guess I had never really set time aside for …
Category: Poetry
BTT #71: In the Music of a Quiet Morning
In the music of a quiet morning I am listening to small creatures Singing in the threatened line of trees Hiding darkly between Growing rows of houses. . I could still be asleep As the lullabies spring From the leaves. But I am called into waking, And like these chirping birds And frogs and …
BTT 70: Dear Consequence
Dear Consequence . I. I always thought you were Something to suffer, An improvised device Answering my every Step, both mutable And sure, Inscrutable, And counting down The years and days Together pounding Our little plans To powder Beneath your Watchful gaze. I would feel you Searching out the issue Of my blood, Who never …
BTT 32.2: HAIR–CUT–NON–TRANSITIONED
This is in response originally to a post by the Amazing Amaya at dVerse who has prompted us to “Bridge the Gap.” The task is to start with one quote and then end with another quote from a different source and write a poem that bridges the two gaps. My first quote is from Faulkner, …
BTT 49.2: BTT #49: Soap Dispenser – Montgomery – Alabama – 2018
“We’re here because we just want to wash our hands.” Photo of a public parks soap dispenser showing a vandalized Great Seal of the City of Montgomery, Alabama in 2018. Notice that "Civil Rights" has been scratched out and "Cradle of the Confederacy" remains intact. Photo by Lona Gynt. Felt Like time for a re-run, this felt …
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BTT #69: A Question on Falling
Somewhere near soccer fields in Greensboro, NC A Question on Falling Did I let Go of grasping Leafy branches or Just slip? . I ask you When I gently Softly landed safe And free, . Could you then Forgive me this Weightless grace granting Me breath? . Leaves dance in Summer breeze, then Slowly flutter …
BTT #68: A Dream of Passage
A Dream of Passage · Anchored in the Amber light Of waking I can still feel Resting faintly On my cheek The faded tracing Of your caress My once and ever Friend held fast. · I still see you Walking neither With myself Or with my shadow, But with the Mere idea Rounding out …
BTT #8.2: Dysphoria and Rain.
Anything I have written is percolating and fermenting. This isn't actually writer's block, but nothing has been posted in a while. Sooo. how about Reruns? This was posted in May 2017 and includes a poem from 2015 and 1992, so it stretches time a bit. The marriage spoken of in the prose is ending, we …
BTT #67: Dispossession
Dispossession · Have we ever Been there Where the long and Careful winding Of the river Lifts and carries Our craft or cares Or conscience to a Landing never seen Or heard of In the quiet Vespers of either Prophecies or dreams? Do we ever leap Above the current Or just even gently Press …
BTT #66: Micturition
Micturition · There was that time After support group I had to stop at Target and I was Dressed feminine but I wasn’t out and was Just starting to look a Little bit like a girl And I felt good I Had the courage to Be out at the store But then I …
