a poetic journal.
The fallout from yesterday'sContinue reading “decrepit disbursement disabuse”
festivity is surely to last a week or more
but I don't keep score,
It depends how it's handled.
Will the disbursement of disgust
spread evenly across all platforms?
In this easily distracted age
controversy is complicated
Every “Oh My Gah what did they do?!”
gets it's 15 minutes
before being replaced with another scandal
before it's what-abouted into oblivion.
Much to my chagrin, dictionary dot comContinue reading “Wtf dictionary dot com”
decided to update their app and website.
Doing so they basically did away
with thesaurus dot com and
the synonym of the day.
No Way! I shuddered.
This can't be!
Synonym of the day was an integral part
of how I broke my block.
A new year, a new prompt. I still like the look of the words of the day but last year was a wreck which did and didn’t go my way.
A new job, at an old place. A new disease for my pet, I didn’t want to face. But my schedule needs changing, as does my life.
I have commitments now and still have no time. I have a plan for the new year, no resolutions here! Fingers crossed I follow through lest I waste another year.
Maybe I can rejuvenate this tired mind.
I’m a tabula rasa, a blank slate who’s flying blind. Easily distracted from the goals I hold often tripping over threads and falling into rabbit holes.
Just like now, I’ve barely punched in, and am already bitched at by a privileged prick about tips. Oh (insert eye roll) I’ve had enough but I’ve got to let it go. There is a future for me and more to write. I already have 2 on the back burner to start before tomorrow, if I don’t then I can’t regret when I lament about where my dreams went.
I re-read my words
to try and remember the time
but ultimately I remember the mood
that goes with every rhyme.
In some I smile and bask in the joy
that comes from when the writing is done.
In others I relive the darkness
that had enveloped me then
when it encroached on my soul
but as I wrote those words
I was finally able to let it go.
I don't know what people will see,
what they will read,
what they will eventually
believe of me.
But if they could identify
and know those moments
inhabit us all…
Then I did my duty
and it was worth it all.
9/18/21
Last night I dreamt of the manticore again. it sat above me on top of the mountain pass, waiting for me to reach the gate. I trodded and trudged up the hill dreading the moment when I would reach the apex. I did not want to be judged, but still I climbed and crawled over the boulders blocking the path. Will the obstacles I overcame and surpassed make him sympathize and feel my plight? I doubt it. I could hear his stomach growl, it was like thunder. I could sense his hunger. It just waited and watched. Why didn't it pounce and put me out of my misery just end this journey? Was it too invested by it's delight in my struggle? Damn you demon! You may best me and get in my way but I will win & get over this trouble triumphant as I beat you back into the rubble.Continue reading “manticore, sporadic, nomenclature”
poetry found in a twitter post.
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