Welcome to poetry month! I've challenged myself to write a poem a day and will post them here. Below are days 1-3, definitely influenced by time, space and my constant movement through them. Join in if you dare! It's fun, I swear :) April 1 - The Enormity of It 'What's your favorite part?' The enormity of it... Can't be surmised Without eyes, ears, feet and nose On the pulse of it, Without tasting every molecule With one's own tongue. The lines have been blurred Between expected responses: Countries, cities, streets. The enormity of it... When you step outside. The breath it steals As it shrinks down To home size - Where you've laughed and loved, Laid your head down and cried, Where you've found yourself And what it means to be alive. April 2 - Where's Home?
Can you help me? I think I'm lost. Where's home? I don't know. I've looked everywhere. I've followed the sun From the horizon where it rises To the horizon where it disappears. I've stood under the moon - A sliver, a smile, a ball in the sky - Hand on my heart, eyes wide Listening to the sounds of: The ocean eating the sand, Cities that don't sleep, Bugs invisible in the trees. But I don't know if they're mine. I have people here, and people there. Almost everywhere. But I don't know if they're mine. I don't know. Where's home? I think I'm lost. Can you help me? April 3 - Mind Games Can't get control of this mind, wrapped up in time. Looking forward, I forget about now. Remembering, I lose the present. Inside of my body an energy, ignored. It's my life force - invisible, yet tangible. Breathing, I am breathing all the time. But locked inside this mind, My lungs become irrelevant. Humans look into blank eyes - I don't remember their names, what they're saying. They are right here, right now. Where am I, locked in this mind? Somewhere that doesn't exist, it's not real. A lifetime spent staring into telescopes and rearview mirrors. That is not where life is, it's not where I'm alive. Right now, the sky. A buzzsaw outside. The taste of pineapple numbing my lips, Palm trees wavering, unsteadily, in a rhythmic breeze. Reflections - in windows, in water, in sunglasses. Stomach full, chest rising, then falling again. Back to breathing, smelling, seeing and -- Reconnected with the energy rushing through me, Life force, invisible yet tangible, buzzing -- Back to being. Alive, I've left the mind behind. Trees wave at me, I'm blessed to see. Blessed to breathe. Blessed to be. If only for a moment. Stay tuned for more poems a day! And check out my partner in crime, Esther, who is posting some dope stuff! Cheers :)
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Esther
4/4/2017 12:22:55 pm
Love love 'The Enormity of it' it really resonates with me! <3
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