Hi, everyone!
I’ll be working unusual hours this week due to the holiday, so I may have to write for twytte on my lunch break or something. At worst, I’ll end up doing it when I get home.
The long and the short of it is that if you log on at your usual time, don’t be surprised if I haven’t posted anything new yet. Don’t worry – the posts may be late, but they’ll get there. I promise!
O, boldest, brightest, most courageous words,
You go beyond the norm, beyond polite
While reaching straight to points (profound, absurd):
So great your potential for verbal might.
So crisp and clean and consonant – so short
Yet strong in your economy and thrift
And ready for endless adaptation:
Fear, shock, or anger in one brief retort.
Revealing emotions – your greatest gift –
Makes you, forbidden, such a temptation.
The dawn reveals the battered exterior,
Worn but enduring.
Lovingly and harshly displayed,
Each worn corner continues to stand,
The crumbles and cracks bared proudly.
Careful patches show their wear as
The light shines through the thin fabric.
The patches have patches; the joints are repaired.
It’s held together by string, glue, and will,
Unveiled in each stitch, seam, and nail.
How much of the original is even there?
It’s the huge knot in the back of the throat
That can’t be seen or measured or touched,
But it steals your breath and stops your speech,
Blocking all passage through – up or down –
Except the gasps and convulsive sobs that
Burst through it no matter how you try to stop them.
It dams the ducts that hold in tears until they
Build up into a throbbing pressure behind the eyes.
Unable to escape down, inside, the flood overflows,
But the pressure remains, and the knot grows
And with it, that choking sensation that
Forbids the passage of anything but grief.
A moment of silence for those who died
And prayers for those they left behind
May there be peace for all, lost and bereft
And, please, an end to senseless death.
Darkness with a quiet hum of sleeping houses
Is broken slowly by the rude sun
Shining in their eyes and jolting them,
Hard and fast, into the new day
Like an older sibling with a flashlight.
Doesn’t it know it’s Saturday?
Hi, Everyone!
I have an unusually early morning coming up tomorrow (I should be in bed now, really). Long story short:
A post to come, slightly delayed
Or more than slightly, I’m afraid
Minutes and hours, the wait goes on
But the challenge will not be withdrawn.
Although not done by early light,
There’ll be more to read before the night.
Thanks for reading!
To all the men and women who served
To all who lost their lives
A moment of silence: hats off with respect –
A prayer for their husbands and wives.
A thought for their children, their parents, and more,
Remembering all that they sacrificed for.
Not a drop of alcohol –
No shots, no beers, no nothing!
Not a single pill or push –
Illegal, prescribed, or neither!
Yet bleary eyes greet the day
With twin red glares of pain
And a throbbing ache behind them
To drive the brain insane
To this uncalled for agony,
One finger says, “Good morning.”
In a gesture, blunt yet eloquent,
But the sun ignores the warning.
twytte 