Life's as easy as ...

It always seems significant to me that this is the street address of our little hamlet's church.

“In these uncertain times” (a 'spot' poem in response to hearing a phrase)

“In these uncertain times,” they say,
But the times are always uncertain.
Not one day ahead
Is ours to predetermine.
“The sun will dawn as usual upon my life”
Remains our quotidian assertion,
And, while likely, the truth remains: it is uncertain.


16 April 2020

#ThisIsHowISocializeNow ...

I, I
Here I lie
Beneath weight of sky
Blithely making googly eyes


Poetry/pictures from April 4

       

National Poetry Month and Autism Acceptance Month (+ a poem)

April is National Poetry Month 📝 and Autism Acceptance Month ∞ (It is also my birth month according to the Gregorian Calendar, but my birthday anniversary is a few weeks out yet!). I am both a poet and autistic (albeit rather covertly, in the case of the latter).


Here is a poem back from 10/7/2013, when I was fifteen:


Have you ever looked at a tree
And just thought,
"Oh, what a beautiful tree."?—
Have you ever smiled and not wondered why?

Life feels like a sigh
Without the breath before,
Like a splash of rainbow color
From a single falling tear.

Sometimes the wind blows
And it brings down a forest,
But the wind is still beautiful—
Full of whirling leaves.

a poem from 2/7/2013

2/7/2013

icicles in my mind
wait to plunge and strike
cold mixes with warmth
frigid in the dark

I am a punk, I am a poet ... (a poem)

I am a punk, I am a poet.
I am a kind girl with goodness in her heart.
I am a sweet girl whose mind is sometimes
     suffocated by the dark.

I am a punk, I am a poet.
I see disaster in every ending and an end in every start.
For me twixt bliss and melancholy
     the line turned out not so well marked.


Edited March 27, 2020 from a January 2020 scrap.

#punkpoet #punk
#DysplasioftheSoul

29.5735 Milliliters of Irony (a poem)

I'm heartbroken
So what does that make me …
I'm bleeding out
But it's all in—
Inside of me

Nobody died
Nobody left me
See, I’ve just got
A kind of tragic
Personality

And a fractured heart recirculating
Nine pints of pining blood
I've been bleeding out
But it's all in—
Inside of me

March 27, 2020


#punkpoet #punk
#DysplasiaoftheSoul

March 24, 2020

Lately I’ve been struggling,
Can’t shake the sense I’m drowning.
It seems like there’s no air,
But maybe I just forgot
     the way to breathe.

Lately I’ve been trembling,
Can’t shake the fear I’m losing
     who I’m supposed to be,
Holding happy, love-filled moments
     in my one hand,
My guilt and terror in the other.

Oftentimes it’s best
To keep trudging on through life’s quagmires,
Other times to lie flat
To keep from sinking in the quicksand.

Struggling, struggling
     like a bird in a net,
Like a fish trapped in air,
Like a dancer who has fallen
     and can’t free her foot
From her mind’s own snare.

Lately I’ve been struggling
And wondering
     when I will ever make it out of here.


#punkpoet #punk
#DysplasiaoftheSoul

(a poem prayer)

Blessed are You, O L-rd, my G-d,
Ruler of the universe,
Who fills my blood with life,
My lungs with air,
My mind with light
And my mouth with prayer


March 22, 2020, on a walk after dusk

#poetry #prayer
#onlyOnerulestheuniverse

(a springtime poem)

Spring has sprung
When fiery crocus blossoms
Join fresh-brung birdsong
And sweet earth-smell surrounds
Paths coatlessly tread upon
Basking in warm-bright sun
Grown steadily more lingersome
On a soft Marchtime horizon


March 4-6&14, 2020