Is it what I feel?
What I’m left with at
the end?
A thing or an emotion?
A subtle sense of
pride
Of besting the beast?
Or the harrowing pain
Of the tear in my
stomach
Leaking more pain than
I ever could handle?
Is it the result?
Or my reaction to the
result?
What if I won Kashmir
but
Lost the election?
Is it universal or
personal?
A zero sum game
I am a hero sometimes.
It is how I sleep at
night.
It can be neither
but actually it is both.
I put pen on paper
with blind hope that
muscle memory will lead me further.
While flexible poses fashioned my flighty youth,
I can feel the rigid rigor mortis
setting upon the dusk of my adulthood.
Ah! I can indeed survive by merely scrolling
and autotyping
and generally not using my brain.
Play nostalgic games
cocooned in comfort
in beer bosom.
Do the same work and
not get off the treadmill
even when I know
I am never going anywhere
on this broken machine.
I know I can but should I?
If the dart is hitting the middle of the forehead
maybe it is time to skateboard off to
an unknown vortex!
Thanks to Sunday muse for this amazing visual prompt!
A stitch in time
Saves nine
Then
Three stitches should be fine
To claim what is mine.
Us.
2 Equal halves
From different hemispheres
A tectonic shift
Perpetrated by a single thread
A simple yes.
An apple a day
The adam and eve way
Keeps us healthy and gay.
The harder I tug
Stronger the hug
The prickly institution
needles us now and then
A needed constitution
It keeps us grounded and in zen.
Reclaim
Rekindle
Rebirth
A beautiful prompt for the new year 2023 by Poet's and storyteller's united
Resolution
 |
Rising
from water
I
rinse my soul
Of
uncleanly remnants
Belonging
to a rabid past.
I
emerge calmer than
the
wind which breathed
Life
to my nose
Regaling
gales which knocked
my
wind before
will
just leave my soul sour
I
pledge to do that no more.
Fresh
start
From
ashes apart
Will
bear fruit
Only
if you stop being everyone’s favorite fool
Be
ugly, Be astute.
