My Poetic Tongue

Would she talk about the proper number of whacks? She focus conversations around the proper balance of hatchet handle and blade. She talk about grain and condition like family values- the tree used for the handle provided a great foundation for life and relationships, or the constant sharpening of the hatchet blade hone the proper table conversations. Would she discuss her trips, her…

Customers mistake the wartime robot as the self checkout. Some scurry away embarrassed, but most roll their eyes and leave in a huff- insisting it should just scan the items with his eyes, because it is under the ten item limit. It tries to whisper its name, but the years have worn down its microphone. Cracks and pops hiss from the joints and its flaps hang in a permanent droop. Its…

That should have been the first red flag- the way you grinned at the oversized smile of Sonny, then looked me in the eye. I should have made myself solo and head off onto my own world tour. Instead, we circled around and around each other, telling ourselves that we are learning to dance or listening to each other’s rhythms. You slammed into my boundaries and shredded my affections into…

Asked him for directions, but he didn’t answer. Wiggling his nose and spinning his cane, he pointed to various buildings and back alleys. He looked threadbare, an old film rolling  and I could see his years move over his body. Tiny scratches settled at the corner of his eyes and I sat next to him. I felt monotonous, faded against the overcast and dingy buildings, but how was I…

I haven’t been feeling well, and low on energy. I am struggling to write a poem and I want to work on a short story. It is okay to recognize you aren’t a hundred percent and take that time. I am still pushing through, but I may be delayed in posting a poem or two. I just need to keep it up. Plus, I haven’t forgotten about my late dinner question. I need to take time this week and iron out the…

I have been doing a lot of themed weeks and I apologize. I have just been dealing with low energy and feeling sick. If you hadn’t guessed, this last week I did sort of list poems and included numbers in the titles. Have a great weekend. Happy writing.

When I get up in the morning, my body groans louder than the building. I miss the time where the phone was connected to the wall and couldn’t travel in my pocket. I counted how many times I said “I remember the time..” My childhood was featured in a magazine about antiquated dishware. I miss the urge to rush home to curl up for my favorite sitcoms, knowing that only one episode would show…

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Hold the future in my palm, and I watch it become shooting stars. I give each one a name and a dream, then launch it in to the sky. I hope they all find their destinations- crash landing on the moon, into meteorites, and my shopping cart. I hope my wishes find a way back home to rest on my lips.

I greet the sunlight first thing, then let myself slip back into my skin. Allow gravity to grab at my ankles from beneath the bed, and hold me, ground me to the floor. Rest on the edge of the bed for five minutes too long, I teeter, rocking back and forth, I want to enter the day with the feeling of free falling. Unravel last night’s dreams from my wrists, I promise myself to stop thinking…

A leaf floating on top of a puddle.   It dances calm between the violence of the raindrops, and you yearn to drink the stray drops from the surface. The drops of water streaking down the window creating bars. The chill holds you in place, but it feels like a sanctuary from the noise. People become umbrellas  and plastic jackets. They swirl into blurs of color and if you narrow your…

Here are some more sketches I did for a couple of doodle challenges. Trees that Watch You I want to actual redo this as a painting. I really enjoyed sketching this. I got some new pens and used for the fingers and really liked the look.

I spent the week making ransom aka collage poems. It took a picture of the page I chose in a magazine, and used only words from that page to make poems. The only exception is the last day. I used the words of the previous poems to make a group collage. It was a fun detour for the week. I hope you liked it.

Remember true art nourishes the world and the people. Start listening to the narratives, never forget art connects. We gathered to prove it this new beauty through art. the collage

Adventures never forget a place. The ad the collage

You can be whoever. We gathered to prove it. Characters in this new era. The world reimagined in to looks. The picture The collage

True art nourishes beauty and wisdom. It can uplift the soul- inspire an extraordinary experience, a brilliant choreography. The narratives through art pure and bright a phenomenon.