After being
several weeks
secluded
silent
unseen
and
Now fretting
over
if
anyone
noticed
my absence
After being
several weeks
secluded
silent
unseen
and
Now fretting
over
if
anyone
noticed
my absence
I thought about writing a cinquainOf a half-dozen couplets In iambic pentameterBut the hour passed eleven. I took 1 milligram of melatoninWith eight ounces of water,And my mind now works in mo・no・syl・lab・icthoughts. Goodnight.
Last night I dreamt I owned a bookstore, walls lined with shelves, where fantasy coexisted with fact, and each performed the proper part.
A poem usually becomes preachy when it explains the lesson instead of creating an experience. The problem begins when the writer stops trusting imagery, story, or emotion to carry the meaning and starts directly telling readers what to think or feel. At that point, the poem can sound more like a lecture than a lived experience.
When Truth approachedMy front porchI turned downHer friendly visit I knewShe carried wearisome wordsSo I refused To listen I could ignoreThe ringingDinging doorbellBy masking with singing I could hideIn a back roomTurning out the lightsPretending not to be home But ringing became knockingPounding louder and louderUntil I the only reasonable choiceWas to open the door Truth…
Join our cause! That has been said That Has been done. Resist! Has been triedHasOthers have triedI haven’t triedI haven’tTriedEnough! Resist! No moreNo!More! Resist No more! Accept what comes?Accept what?What comes? No!No more!No more.
“There’s zero correlation between being the best talker and having the best ideas.” — Susan Cain “Introverts treasure the close relationships they have stretched so much to make.” — Adam S. McHugh “In a gentle way, you can shake the world.” — Mahatma Gandhi “Silence is a source of great strength.” — Lao Tzu Shrinking…