24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My Journey inward
Afraid -loss
Cries -Words
Built highly
In regards
To a solid
Statue
“I”
Stand
Looking for the truth within
Gone
Painlessly
Awakes
The word
Doubt
“I”
Sink deeper
Inside
“I”
Feel it
Digging
And digging
For more truth
“I”
Surrender
To my creative
Eye
On who sees?
The honesty
Within
“I”
“…we should be unafraid to doubt,”
— C. S. Lewis
“What if…?” The famous thinker’s friend;
For great ideas of every kind,
Begin, “What if…?” and in the end,
Creative gemstones may be mined.
Beware of doubt, the siren song!
It’s poison to artistic souls
Don’t ever ask, “What if I’m wrong?”
Trust in your heart, your self, your goals.
An inconsistency? Why, no,
Imagine freely, pretty thoughts!
Ask anything you please, but don’t
Dare ever question what you’re taught.
Prompt: Write about doubt.
Form: Cross-rhymed quatrains, in iambic tetrameter
The plastic rat tacked to the wall
The crystals hanging from the door hinge.
The people stepping outside in lawful smoking compliance.
The jaded bartenders ignoring your drink request.
The aftermath of a great show.
Musicians past their prime but still magical.
Low ceilings and laughter and Halloween lights.
Done by 9:30, Metamucil time.
Jamming,
Playing now with four guitars
When one
Rick Nielson
Was previously sufficient.
Big fish in a small pond still
Believing themselves
To be Rock
Gods.
The animal inside awakes
Your body quakes
Mouth grows needy
Fingers greedy
You become a beastly beauty
Deadly cutie
Movements feral
Strip apparel
Ravenously you devour
Full of power
Unabated
Until sated
I used to associate fucking for love
Raw
Dirty
Ripping my clothes off with your teeth
Couldn’t wait to get me under you
So you could get inside of me
Kind of fucking
There was no passion
Just fucking
But oh, did I love you
The way you pulled my hair
Slapped me around
Held me down
Forcing yourself to penetrate my core
You made me yours that morning
Against my will
You made me yours
I writhed around on the floor
not with passion
or pleasure
but in pain
begging not for more
but begging you to stop
And eventually
You did
You wiped your dick off with my panties
Then threw them on my face
“Thanks for that, love you too”
you said with a chuckle
You got dressed
and left
With the same quickness you used to devour me
I was there, laying on the floor
So very much in love
with you
Out on the lake the water is still, I drop my line and patiently wait
I tug on the rod was that a bite? No just the bottom snagging my bait
I’m casting further this time just to see if out there maybe the fish may bite
Oh what is this quickly my rod bent 3 times now I creep up and tug hard on the pole, oh ya i got one and its an amazing fight
I did it I landed this massive fish oh boy be careful look at those teeth that fish is a pike
Well now I’m exhausted it’s time to go home so I will pack up and tape my rod to my bike
Old friends I couldn’t do right by.
Too much in the way.
Fits and starts before the engine seized again.
I’m rebuilding the engine block,
And I’ll take you where you need to go.
Just indulge me, if you will.
Make it fresh and new,
When we meet.
For if I feel I remain
Ten, fifteen years in the past,
I will be doomed before I put the key in.
Lend me your grace,
My dearest ones;
Rest your glance upon me.
I am tinkering, working to restore
Earnestly as I can,
But you,
You have wings.
I can do this
No, you can’t
But I can
No, you can’t
I think I can
No, you can’t
I can
No, you can’t
Maybe I can’t
Of course you can’t
Maybe you’re right
Of course I am
I think I won’t do this
That is a wise decision
SHUT UP BRAIN!
I WILL DO IT!!!
Doubt is the beast beyond the door;
Just out of sight, but never out of earshot;
Gnawing and Grinning maniacally;
Doubt is the hound at our heels;
That spurs us forward;
To keep writing;
Even when body and soul demand a pause.
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