A spark of thought
No time to pursue
A moment free
No recollection – or
No energy
(No consciousness even)
A repeating struggle
Broken only by paper and pen.
Category Archives: Poetry
A Repeating Struggle
Catch Up: An Exercise in Silliness
SC: [sing-songy]
Catch up, ketchup, caught –
A single line of thought.
So easily squished, so easily dead.
Are you sure I can’t just read instead?
IC: What is that even about? Ketchup?
SC: Don’t judge!
Automatic Thought
Utterly
Normal,
Even mundane – an
Xray of automatic thought
Portrayed as unusual and
Exciting, despite its obviousness:
Certainty of others’
Thoughts gives way:
Ease overriding creativity. How
Do they stand it?
But for Sighs
Hear the throbbing hum of the air conditioning
Trailed by a lighter, higher rattle of the fan.
Through them both, pencils scrape,
Little whispers of sound –
Now fast. Now slow. Now silent.
A rubber tip beats a drum beat
Once. Twice. A frown. It stops.
High and sibilant, paper slithers
Across a plastic desk, across other pages,
Then, loudly protests as it flips and bends.
Fingers tap, feet fidget –
But lips and mouths stay still but for sighs:
Silent people in a loud room.
Summer Break Is Coming
So says the clock with each tick and each tock,
Ushering kids through their work
Pushing classes through the day,
A slow drip of sand adding sun to each ray
Closer and closer, the teachers all pray:
Summer break is coming – it’s just days away!
Mother’s Day
It’s sending a note on a busy week
Whether an email, a text, or a card.
It’s dropping by for a hug and a kiss
Especially when the drive seems too far.
It’s calling after the long drive home
Too keep her from worrying all night.
It’s time and thought and taking the time –
Make more than her Mother’s Day bright.
Ever Falling
Images fill the cyber sky,
Mad logics, worse than Wonderland,
Parting the real world with
Offensive slurs and storms:
Too many to count, and somehow
Even with so many resisting,
Nothing seems to change – all
Caught like a waterfall that is
Ever falling and ever held back.
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