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Drifting Thoughts

Shape poem the thought begins yet somehow drifts further and further away from its goal, b who can even remember what that was or has any idea of where it will end? Em T. Wytte

It’s been said that my thought patterns are like overlapping circles of lightning… I’m not entirely sure what that means.


Silent Winds

In humming silence,
The trees sway and snap away
As the fairies play.


Caught in the Rush

In pristine white, the panicked figure
Dashes to and fro, a weighty stack
Of pages in its hands.
Unfilled and unfinished,
Each page sends forth a call,
Demanding time, energy, and
Focus – begging for resolution.
One here. One there. Like
A pinball in a room of
Magnets powered in surges
Of their own wants and needs,
It fights for control
Even as it fights to succeed.
And so the figure rushes,
Following the yanks and pulls
Of each page, each goal:
Split into infinity,
And perpetually caught
In others’ needs.


Guzzled & Gone

We want to guzzle life,
Experience everything at once,
Now, right out of college,
As soon as we can:
Money, success, family,
Travel, and fame
Must all be now –
Or else we fail.
Even though drops
Escape our lips
And fall, untasted,
From our haste.
Lamented only later
When the cup has
Long been dry,
And we marvel at
How quickly
All our dreams
Have passed us by.


Untitled

The melancholy notes of the organ
Pierce the world in a heartbeat of tears.
Over it, the words portray a
Dazed numbness and fragile survival,
More will than recovery,
Less living than existing.
The build of notes overwhelms empathy,
Filling then overflowing it,
Until the listener is gifted with a
Peace the author doesn’t have to give
Both blessing and bittersweet:
Catharsis.


The Sky Is a Cloud

The sky is a cloud
Or an army joined as one:
Life outlined on white.


A Conflict of Truths

Anything bad people say about me
Is very probably true,
But anything good people say about me
Could possibly be true, too.


Attitude Problems

Attitude married with conceit:
Too mollycoddled to even see
Their personal unreality.

Attitude married with righteousness:
Too focused on right and wrong,
To see the world’s complexity.

Attitude married with greed:
When what you want
Overwhelms others’ needs.

Attitude married with fear:
All empathy is lost,
But cruelty is cleared.

Attitude married with acceptance:
Calm or defeat, it eases the pain
And takes away motivation for change.

Attitude married with judgment:
Making assumptions on others’ lives
Doesn’t help and is rarely right.

Attitude married with what
Will let us see each other’s
Pains, needs, and complexity
And work together to better
Our reality?


Too Many Leftovers

Lovely to have so much tasty food!
Everything’s already prepared – it’s easy.
Food shouldn’t be wasted.
There must be something I can make out of this.
Obviously, I need to add fresh veggies – for nutrition.
Value the leftovers. Save money.
Ew. No. This can’t be good anymore, right?
Rubbish bin – no, I can’t waste food…but there’s
Still so much left!


Where Sky Ends

A sea full of sky
Big ripples through fluffy clouds:
Do we sail or fly?