I write because pulses drive my tired hands. A need and yearn that jolts my brain, waves- bloodstained currents weaving through each daymare- daylight toxic slick streets, ghost slide- holy faces, cat-eyed; aware of my tragic awkwardness. The loneliest.
#poetry
And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower,
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power. — Swift things are beautiful by Elizabeth Coatsworth 2/2 #poetry
Local reports say c.14 soldiers of the #UAE-supported Shabwa Elite Force killed by suspected #alQaeda gunmen in #Yemen east of 'Ataq. #AQAP has not yet claimed this op, but its support wire this morning published a #poem praising the "might & allegiance" of mujahidin in #Shabwa
What I Want
Am I afraid
of what I want?
When I am staid
& don’t go flaunt
this stuff, my dreams.
Exciting things
that bring desire.
My hopes conspire.
It’s my action
that’s disabled.
Stupefaction
makes life a fable.
#Poetry#MicroPoetry#Poem#CarpeDiem#Happiness#Depression
Glad that Jim Carruth @jim08218867 was able to purchase the remaining copies of his #Freight poetry collections before they could be pulped. Both collections (Killochries and Black Cart) are excellent - do consider purchasing them. You can contact him directly to do so. #poetry
Night is ending.
The #city begins to argue with the silence.
A car, a bus, a student, a father, a woman. Noise.
I wake up asleep.
My mind is still hugging the pillow.
A shower, a #coffee & it’ll come back with me.
This writer, to keep dreaming, needs to be awake.
#poem#amwriting
A stranger's words
interpreted as love...
and still we sip long and deep
from the dark cup of prose,
just to feel the slow burn
of those distant stars
nourishment in this womb of night
where we curl inwards and float
into the beauty of fantasy
- alone.
#poem