After awhile they all become amalgam
A blur of possibilities, never becoming
The same emotions, hopes, obsessions
The same disappointment
Tying it all together at the end.
You were also a disappointment
With a different luster
The only exception
That never blurred.
Twenty years of fidelity
And Penelope is rewarded
With a return.
Twenty years is too long
But I have counted
Knowing to expect nothing.
Tag: poem
denizens of dark
share the shadows with me
share the night blooms
draw near
like a moth
to the flames of desire
burn, burn in my fire
Sir
Darling boy
Everything about you would destroy
Everything about me and yet
And yet
I desire that destruction.
Make me your toy.
And we have reached the last day of April, and finished the poetry challenge! I got lazy here at the finish line and am using the last of my built up lee-ways that I wrote before April started. The other two lee-way poems were April 16th’s “communication” and April 23rd’s “The Game.”
Strangely, up until this week, it hasn’t been too hard to write any of the poems. I don’t typically consider myself a “poetry person,” but I’m thinking I might start cycling it into the rotation. Although I have been awful at keeping up with my story prompt cards, I would like to start getting back into that. And I keep telling myself I need to get back into painting too. Ideally, I would like to do the following things every week: the Sidequest update, a prompted response (either from one of the daily prompts or flash fiction from the storymatic prompt cards), a poem, a painting, and perhaps a serial story. But, I am fairly lazy and I doubt I will do all of that every week. We’ll see if I can at least do a few though.
Regardless of what I intend, things may get a bit quiet after this. Now that we’ve been done with the 2023 Writing Challenge for a month and have had some time to sit on it, my friend and I are going to compile the chapters, exchange feedback, and work on rewrites, with the goal of slapping the polished products on Amazon’s self publishing by 2025. So no serial updates of any sort this year as we finish that out. But once we’re done with that, we can start a 2025 writing challenge.
sealed
i saw it in a movie once.
the best place for a secret –
go deep into the mountains
whisper it into the hollow of a tree
and seal it with mud.
leave it behind you.
why do we do this to ourselves?
harbor these things
and wish to share them?
throwing unspoken desires digitally
anonymously to strangers
in the form of unsent letters
postcard secrets, poems
missed connections, music
and indulging in the idea
that maybe they will see…
or maybe it is the hope.
that maybe you will see
where your secret reached for you?
don’t do this to yourself.
no one is reaching for you.
it is time to let go.
find a hollow to whisper into.
let it out. seal it.
and leave it behind you.
(Non poem related addendums, the movie is In The Mood For Love and it’s fucking beautiful, and I just googled it and can’t believe PostSecret is still running, and every time I sign up for reddit I get sucked into reading Unsent Letters. There is something compelling and beautiful about the things we can and can’t let go of.)
The More Things Change…
Nostalgia triggered
By some small thing
(A familiar smell, a familiar environment
Some same old feeling
Swelling within the heart)
Leads to reminiscence
Reminiscence triggered
By nostalgia
(Remembering the time
The place, the people
That were important once upon a time)
Leads to curious inquiry
Inquiry triggered
By reminiscence
(Looking up an old friend
A place you once belonged
A person you once belonged to)
Leads to a bookend.
Sometimes it is easy to find the lost
And sometimes the lost is just lost.
That school building was torn down.
That park was paved over.
A new building erected where a copse of trees once stood.
I once knew a pretty boy who went to college
For a while he was a poet, and then he became an addict.
Some are dead. Some can't be found.
Some have married, matured, mated.
Some are deeply happy, successful.
Some I do not remember enough about to find.
Or never knew enough about.
Some doors in life are shut. Some reopened.
But there are a few
That I have always held on to
(I have held on to you)
(I will hold onto you)
mehryment 