Hour 7- inside out
teeth chattering
I wring the day
out of my clothes
only an hour
to walk all the way
from aye to nay
The Heart
Pulsing, throbbing
rushing, shaking
Fear of feeling
Fear of breaking
Oh, my soul
No rest, no ease
Walls, they crumble
with each beat
Inside out, upside down
My heart bleeds,
I can feel the blood running down my torso,
between my breast like a waterfall of warm liquid.
But I pull,
I pull even harder.
I can feel my pain,
my crushing, self destructive pain
But I ignore it
And still I pull my heart out,
and watch it
where I threw it
still throbbing in the mud of yesterday’s torrential rain,
my heart still pulsating,
bleeding in the mud
and all that blood
covers the memories of yesterday’s storm
And then I see today
my heart,
I feel my empty shell
doubled over in pain
and I kneel down to retrieve my heart
before the herd of dogs
suddenly stands there with teeth bared
And I want my heart back,
my life,
my hope ,
my future.
Existence momentum of a being
Endless thoughts lingering in the hole of center
Universe speaking in the tightness of time
Lingering in the front and center
Of things surprisingly sometime
Wishful thoughts emanating to an existence
Writing the innermost thoughts in the face value
Indeed working in the core persistence
Looking at it as its par value
Longing after time space effect
The causal factors reflecting on notion
Listing on the motion confect
Anew time everlasting motion
A state of mind exhausting known possibilities
A future within written in past hooked sensibilities
© Roy Mark Azanza Corrales 06082017 3:10 AM PST
Hour 6- Verses that bind
Thoughts crisis-crossing my brain
jumping in and out
like a happy or gloomy dolphin
I know not what
as they don’t wait long
for me to judge.
So let me start
I was happy to realize
my biggest weakness
yes it’s the lack of willingness
and merrier to discover
it’s just an end result
of my discipline and patience
so u see
where do I have to start
here in my cocoon
that I keep changing every year
alternating my room in
every year or two
I am mostly figuring out
how hours pass into days
sooner to months
with friendship day today
and the clock striking 12
I find solace in the FB posts of my
friends partying enjoying
with no messages in my notification.
for me to realize, it’s after all
just a Sunday.
Copyright © Snigdha
Poem 5
Dearest
Footprint
Your presence fills me with delight
Dearest
Footprint
There was a carriage
Passed this way
An hour ago
Headed to the pike
It did not have an engine
And it did not have a sight
Every ticket was bought
Out of some complex fraud
Dearest footprint
It was unsettling to see
The phantom-filled carriage
Whose charges were made
Whose names were taken
Whose identities
Passed over the dales
With no gaggling seating arrangements
No admiring look, no apology,
No staring out the porthole
At the windrushes and harriers
Dearest footprint
And the one who planted you
So generously, thank you, the one
Who must have been happy for me
To make of you what I like
Before leaving for Toledo
Ivy Tendrils
Swaying lightly in the breeze,
hang her tendrils.
Ivy, green, they reach all the
way to the dusty, forest floor.
Her mighty oak branches,
dressed in mosses and ferns
are beautiful, no doubt, but
it’s her verdant hair that enamors me more.
Three Timed Stanzas
I. 60 Seconds
The neighbor’s circular saw
fills the humid summer afternoon
with the incessant sound
of buzzing
II. 90 Seconds
When we were children
we would put our swimsuits on
under our shorts and t-shirts
put a beach towel in a bag
ride our bikes the mile
through city streets
to the beach on the bay
lay slathered in baby oil
fell asleep in the sun
swam to cool our burning skin
rode home again when the
shadows told us
it was time for supper
III. 120 Seconds
We rode our bikes
to the candy store
bought penny candies
by the handful
carefully counted out
how many blackjacks and mary janes
and butterscotch disks
we could afford
while the old man watched
from behind the counter
never once smiling
never once telling us thanks
for our business
as if having penny candies was
somehow beneath him
yet it was his shop
his orders every month
that kept us coming back
again and again and again
to count our pennies
in the candy aisle.
[Prompt 6]
Expectations
Today’s space age tech,
Is still not quite as cool as
How they imagined.
Hour 2
“And with these words
I will create an immortal spine.”
I abandoned all hope for the prompts. I am just not in it today. Guess I will stick to my #instapoetry style and start cranking them out.