Poetry Train

Fear


Insidious, it beats against me,
Drawing me into its darkness.
Against all rational thought-
The realities cannot survive the imagination.
It crawls through my consciousness
Pulsing through my bloodstream
A tingling in my hands and feet
Centering in my chest, a weight against my heart
Even as I know it is nothing but fear;
The worst I can imagine,
Not really happening,
Just swirling like the thickest fog
Sucking me in
Making me doubt myself and that I know to be truth.

Manic Monday

Manic Monday/Poetry Train

Ode to My Computer Friends

I sit for hours on this computer chair,
Typing here, typing there,
Sending words across the wire,
To city, hill, dale, and shire,
Keeping in touch with all I know,
Talking bout my favorite show
Or whats happened here at home,
Or abroad when I get to roam.
I tell my silly stories in poetry and prose,
Bout how my day started or how it will close.
I write the things that are in my head,
Wondering if they'll be read,
Making aquaintances, contacts and friends
Just by typing and hitting "Send"

Poetry Train

Mirror, Mirror

As I look in the mirror,
I wonder who that is staring back
That woman with the grey at her temples,
And the fine lines around her eyes and mouth.
Her eyes are green like mine,
But I wonder what is in her soul
That indefinable place that makes her, Her.
Who is that staring back at me?
That near stranger
Whose thoughts I try to escape,
Whose dreams keep me awake at night,
Whose hopes drive me,
Whose fears turn me inside out.
Who is that staring back at me,
From the eyeless soul in the mirror?

when

when i knew
i was aware
when i loved
i cherished
when i spoke
i meant it
when i lied
i thought it best
when i left
i knew it was time
when i prayed
i had nothing left
when i wrote
i made sense of it all
when i drew
i made things beautiful
when i cried
i let go
when i stopped
i was at the end

Poetry Train

I just discovered the Poetry Train by following the trail from TA Chase's blog onto Rhian's and so forth and so on. So, I'm hopping on. I'm also cheating, and moving a post from yesterday to today. :) So, I'm lazy LOL. here it is:

Candy Bar

i lie abandoned
like the candy bar forgotten
at the bottom of the bag
broken and crumbling
leaving pieces of myself behind
for you to brush away
carelessly as you go


i wrote that a few weeks ago after a crappy day, and when i reached into my purse, i found a broken, half-melted Butterfinger i'd bought as a treat to myself, then shoved in my purse and forgotten. it just seemed to sum up how i felt that day. and the poem wrote itself as a result.

Manic Monday

green

the color of calm,
softly blowing under a blue sky,
redolent with sunshine, fragrant with growth,
alive with the buzzing of bees.

the color of stagnation,
skimming across the dark depths,
obscuring a slimy, slithering world beneath,
heating and stinking under the blazing sun.

the color of jealousy,
always in the eyes, a mad monster,
thickening the blood, inciting anger,
stirring the basest of desires.

the color of greed,
paper tinted green, adorned with dead presidents,
driving people to do more, have more, want more
need more, spend more, get more.

the color of the earth,
a symbol of our attempt to do more,
to waste less, to leave the world better than we found it,
a promise to the future generations that it is calm,
and not stagnation, or jealousy or greed
that we leave as our legacy.