Poetry – please let me go

Please let me go
please let me go
let me flicker 
out of existence 
for a while
Let this heart 
still
let this mind 
be silenced
let these feelings 
fade
until I can bear
to face them again.

Poetry – Is there meaning here?

Is there meaning here?
I stare into space
oblivious to all
but my own numbness,
hoping for a call -
a beckoning voice
to draw me back
from the edge
of my self-imposed exile.
Drop the feathery gauze
from these old, battered lenses
and push me
if necessary
out of the warm niche
carved long ago
in this mount of regret.

Poetry – Why do i

Why do I often find you
staring at the moon
with such desperate attraction,
only to turn your back
towards its soft rays
of beckoning light;
allowing your frigid feet
to stumble forward
and embrace the subtle call
of the darkness pervading
all the shadows before you?

Poetry – Buttered Toast

As the toast
fell from the counter,
crumbs went everywhere.
She sighed,
but instead of reaching for a dishrag,
sunk her toes
into the thickly buttered side
facing up.
For a moment,
the kitchen
felt like a spa. 

Poetry – On Chasing Adventure

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Doubtless,
the best
has yet to be said
of his wanderings.

Writing of his life
in seclusion,
he says:

Nothing
is more beautiful
than home.

Poetry – When He Thought of Death

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When he thought of death
(if he thought of it at all),
his mind took it to be
a burden of life,
for everyone knows
that this earthly shore
is terribly infected
with the miseries
of numberless mortals
who slowly died,
exhaling away hours
with each breathy
rise and fall
of those fragile lungs.

Poetry: Nightlights

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I got a new blackout poetry journal that uses classic literature to inspire new works of poetry. This first one is my attempt at making original poetry from a random page of J.M. Barrie’s Peter Pan:

Nightlights

My love,
were not all natural
dreams forgotten?

The skeleton
crawled about the floor,
rattled up the chimney,
and bathed her hand in sleep.

Nightlights pulsed
while strange children
found new mothers
in the faces of the night.

Once all were safe
her fears sat down
by the quickening fire,
warming the nursery.