I finally started working on my collection again for the first time in a few months. I’ve been kind of hiding from it, because if I finished writing it, I might actually have to do something with it. And that’s pretty terrifying. I’m still not sure if I want to try my luck with traditional publishing, or just go ahead and self-publish it, but I’ve set my birthday as my goal to have it finished (written, mostly edited, and arranged). So, I have about 6.5 weeks to do all of that, and hopefully figure out a title.
Identical stark white cogs
in a murderous machine are
held together with matching scarlet ties.
They swore vows, not to lovers or country,
but their almighty god who wears the faces
of leaders long dead, or glitters gold,
while dripping blood wrenched from the poor.
They were sworn into power,
not with hands placed on the holy book
they claim to love and abide,
but with greedy lips at shady back doors.
They struck bargains in the dark alleys of
this circus they’re running, while their star clown
took to the throne atop the pachyderm’s back.
– But even elephants can be toppled
My internet is up again, sort of, finally, so I’m trying to work on blogs posts for this week.
I’m still not sure if Poetry Tuesday is going to be a regular thing or if I’ll do away with it at some point, but, for now…
I’ve got last night’s thumbprints
under my eyes–
the evidence of another fight
There’s dog hair in my coffee–
third time this week–
but the strongest brew
isn’t enough to hold me up
on its own right now.
The clock is slow again,
and I think,
It’s too bad I can’t fix
my own slow-moving parts
with a new battery
and turn of a dial,
to set things right,
to be good as new again.
Ho-ly craaaap :O It’s been two freaking months since I did a Poetry Tuesday. I was never sure if I wanted to do it weekly, anyway, but eesh. I thought I’d at least put out one a month
This week, I’ve been wanting to write out my feelings about the awful things happening (threat of nuclear war, Charlottesville, etc.), but I just can’t. So, I tackled a much smaller issue that’s been bothering me for a while.
We’re just smashing keyboards
l i n e s.
I’m still not sure if I’m going to make Poetry Tuesdays a regular thing. Probably not, but I’m feeling up for posting today. (And I still haven’t gotten around to making a better featured image. It’s somewhere on my to-do list.)
First up, my special guest: my husband. In the car a few days ago, husband and I were talking, and I have no idea how it happened, but he came up with this gem and (possibly sarcastically/jokingly?) suggested I use it for “Poetry Tuesday” this week. And so I am 🙂 (With permission.)
First, I saw the light
at the end of the tunnel.
Then I heard the horn.
And now my contribution for the week, though I don’t know how I can follow that. Maybe I should have posted mine first 😛
I spent last night
digging up graves,
just to make sure
–-I woke up with phalanges in my hair
I almost decided to just skip posting this week, but I decided to go ahead and share something super short. This is possibly the shortest thing I’ve written and consider complete, actually
I remember the day I found
your Change of Heart card
in the mail, tucked between
some other junk and bills.
–it was dated months before you left
I also (FINALLY) bought some more poetry books ❤ Why is it that waiting for books to come in the mail always seems so much longer than waiting for almost anything else?
And I still haven’t gotten around to making a less pathetic “featured image” for Poetry Tuesdays Maybe I’ll keep this one, who knows. (Hey, my husband said he likes it :p But really, I need to actually finish making the images for stuff so my blog has some semblance of cohesion.)