The he-she-we sounds
Sometimes I’m lost in personal pronouns
The he-she-we sounds
That are our connection to each other
With words that weave another
Thought that sticks in the mix
Of he-she-we.
Tag: poetry
Hello?
Hello?
I just received a pocket call
And all I could say was “Hello?”
“Hello?”
“Hello?”
I didn’t say hi
As if I knew
That you
Wouldn’t respond to
A hi or a hey,
Nope, I had to say
“Hello?”
Worthless
Worthless
I couldn’t help but look and think oddly,
He was a man trapped in a woman’s body.
This was when he was younger, obviously not now.
Now he was a grown man that somehow
Found the strength to stand up and share
That he had been stuck in there
For nine long months, unprotected on this earth
Until his mother gave birth, giving him worth.
Restroom
Restroom
If I had my choice, I’d not repeat
That warm feeling of heat
That caught me off guard today
In an uncomfortable way
As I sat on the toilet seat.
This Poem is Not Worth Reading
This poem is not worth reading.
Stop now, this poem is not worth reading.
If you want, you can continue feeding
Your mind with these rhymes leading
You through words that aren’t worth reading,
But only until it ends.
Airplane Drinks
You come down the aisle
in ala carte style.
methodically, you lock the cabinet on wheels
that steals my attention,
instinctive prevention.
It’s a survival-of-the-fittest thing
So that you bring
Me a drink.
Eyes look up
Longingly for a cup.
“notice me” they blink,
motioning for a drink.
“Fan-freakin’-tastic” I think.
Your serving everyone but me
I’m sitting here, hands free
Fingers on the traytable unfolded
Tracing an empty cup indention molded
Into the plastic,
“Fantastic.”
Then your lips move setting sail
To words that prevail
In the motion of your lips.
A precursor to my sips?
I couldn’t hear what you said
Over the hum of the airplane,
Panic is sent to the brain.
Confused, I sniff my armpits
I thought the lips I read had said
“Good that you don’t stink.”
Turns out she had said instead,
“Wouldn’t you like a drink?”
But since I was checking for armpit slime,
I didn’t respond in time
And I’m now left with out a drink
Sitting in fictitious stink.
Flat-Escalator Toy
Flat-Escalator Toy
Absolutely I’ll ride the moving walk-way
Walk-on and sway
To get some sort of joy
Like a little boy
on an escalator toy
that doesn’t rise,
but smiles my eyes.
Absolutely I’ll smile
While you walk slower than me standing
Until I trip getting off and my landing
Catches your eye
While I,
Smile.
Pre-Meeting
Wrote this this morning before a meeting, still sleepy eyed and staring at a blue projector screen.
Pre-meeting
Blue reflections on a glass that pass refracted,
Barley reflected to the edges,
Meet my coffee-less eyes.
I take a sip to drip slurps of coffee
As clanks of silver slivered spoons
Soon fill the room of silence,
Violence to rest it starts in the form of talking,
Breaking respite, stalking the quiet
With a “good morning” riot.
Flying to Miami
Flying to Miami
We’re sitting in vibrating chairs
Each surrounded by blank stares
Of people with sudoku puzzles and books
Occasionally taking second looks
At the landscape outside
Of our airplane ride.
I’m looking past someone repeating
The motion of peanut eating
To jagged cotton mountains
Or the base of foaming fountains
Frozen in time that goes on forever
In a white sunlit endeavor
To make me mention
That God grabbed my attention.
Time Prompt
Time Prompt
It’s weird writing to a timer.
Perhaps it’s easier to rhyme or
look past the things I’ve written
But I think that I’ll get bitten
By the buzz to stop.
I’ll drop the ball
watching everything fall
to pieces on the ground
when the sirens sound.
Ten minutes and counting
surmounting a greater amounting
of words piled into the page.
Soon the previously concealed
will be revealed
through a prompt uncovered in time
only limited in rhyme.
Click here to try writing a poem on a timer prompt. I recommend having it eat your words.
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