a poem a day
for a long thirty day month
I am poemed out
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a poem a day
This was inspired by a Big Tent Poetry prompt.
What’s at the centre?
The cherry on the top bang in the middle;
wicks running central to the candle’s core;
the in-breath, the out-breath, noticed as it flows;
heartwood which rots yet leaves a living tree;
the single leg of a tapping table;
a paperback’s glossy picture pages;
clusters of stamens awaiting the bees;
a farm near Fox’s Drayton-in-the-Clay;
the magnetic coils of earth’s molten rock;
and in silence, the small still voice of God.
Guess where I had to go today?
Heels up and knees out
let those folks with microscopes
probe your sexual sins.
I am still going, just skipped a couple of days of posting! This poem was from another Poetic Asides prompt, and it’s in the Big 10 form again.
The thing about being the only one
is that it’s actually very common.
I’m the only one writing this poem;
even if you are reading it aloud
or with friends or in a classroom, you are
the only person reading it just so.
Your eyeball, for example, is unique
ditto your optic nerve and synapses.
This is what each atom has in common:
it is the only one just there, just now.
Today’s form is once again from Poetic Asides.
Warning: the themes of this poem may be distressing or triggering to some.
A Hundred Syllables About Self-Harm
Tender spots along my limbs speak of knocks
obtained when the externalisation
of my demons breaks through to physical
effects; sleeves do not save me, nor do socks,
nor does a depersonalisation.
Bruises come and go as if whimsical
and skin heals, or sometimes it doesn’t,
so I resist the normalisation
telling myself I shouldn’t, I mustn’t
but I need the demons back in their box.