Shadow of May – ‘Hard Sleep’

Today starts the first day that I am honestly attempting to post a weekly piece. Let’s see how long it lasts. This months poems will be jumping off questions from HillBilly Oracle’s May Tarot Challenge. I picking to publish pieces that come out half way decent. I hope you all enjoy!

‘Hard Sleep’

Find me another tree to hang from.
I am tired and want to sleep.
It has been a long road, my work
Almost complete – much more that I
Ever expected of me.

There’s good times ahead, so I promised myself
A big tree to make my bed between it’s leaves.
Night has fallen and I felt an ease on the breeze,
I found wine in the petals of daisies and dandelions
I stole orange honey from sleeping bees.

I drank to die, I drank to dream,
I drank and yet sleep eluded me
So I found myself hanging in a tree I stared
Sleepily out among the chattering woods.
I worked too hard to die in dreams.

 

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NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Seven – ‘A Monday Day’

For day twenty-seven we were given the prompt to use the tarot as a jumping point for inspiration. I used my daily tarot card to write this one (I couldn’t pick a card at will, I’m too indecisive). My card was the 7 of Wands, a card meaning perseverance, defensiveness, and maintaining control.

 

‘A Monday Day’

It’s been rough, like all the stars aligned
All at once to say loudly and clearly
Fuck You.

It has been a Monday sort of week,
All the days are Mondays and
I work the weekend too-

So I’m drinking coffee for breakfast.
Coffee for lunch and dinner, coffee like it’s
A miracle food that will get me through.

One day it’s going to be another Monday,
The last, first, and only Monday in the week.
Until then I’m just doing what I’ve got to do.

 

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Thirteen – ‘Milk’

The prompt for day thirteen of GloPoWriMo was to write a poem in which you turn a common phrase or idiom on its head.

‘Milk’

Don’t cry over split milk,
But do bitch over it instead.
It’s therapeutic and only natural
-The world is full of woe and trouble
And we can’t ever fix it all, but
We can bitch about split milk
As we watch the cup begin to fall.

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GloPoWriMo – Day Two – ‘Curio Cabinet’

Today’s prompt for GloMoWriMo was to write a poem messing with perceptive. In a very unoriginal burst I wrote about a change of perceptive based on age. I hope you guys enjoy it regardless!

‘Curio Cabinet’

I saw it full of small wonders and horrors
All the porcelain teapots with their flowers
Eternally in bloom and cracked next to the army
Of dead eyed dolls dressed to their Victorian best.
There were bells of every size, color, and make
Sitting silently everyday I came by to play and
Which my little fingers were banned from touching.
I saw grandma’s curio cabinet and with my curiosity

I itched to run or move closer, moving closer with
Age. I wanted to know. I needed to know
As my short days turned into short months.
There was glass teddy bears next to wooden angles,
Pieces of Kinkade’s landscapes on cups and dishes,
A quirky music box in the form of a fancy lady,
A VHS box set of Shirley Temple and matching mug.
These were the things my grandma loved,
Those were the things I saw the curio full of.

 

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GloPoWriMo – Day Zero – ‘Tea Time’

It’s that time of year! Hopefully now that I’m moved and unpacked I’ll be able to write more. I’m going to be coming out with a chapbook in a few days, I was attempting to finish before the move, but unfortunately couldn’t. I’ve already written and typed the first few poems for GloPoWriMo, so by the end of the day I’ll be all caught up!

The first early bird prompt for GloPoWriMo is to write a love poem to an object.

‘Tea Time’

Time again, I will come to hold you close
Enjoying all I can from you, like your warmth,
Your comfort, your sweet disposition. Though
Time tends to be tough for the both of us
In our fragile, porcelain like existence full of
Moments like these, so delicious but left
Empty eventually. Such a causality – not a crime.

 

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Unprompted – ‘Keeping Tradition’

I have been writing very little so far this year, but really, I can’t seem to find the time with everything right now. In a month I will be moving across the country, and my hands have literally been full with the subject of this poem. (I am determined to give my grandmother a finished afghan back, and I am half done as you can see above. I should’ve planned the colors and patterns better, honestly.)

‘Keeping Tradition’

The family afghans and quilts are made
By hand for married grandchildren.
Our grandmother, when aged well, but not
Quite well aged, use to spend months
With the monks cloth braced between
Her piercing fingers, tracing the patterns
Weeks before the needle ever dared to dart
And plant the yarn between its timid floats.

We were all suppose to get one.
In determination she bought the cloth,
And cut it before we even knew our own names.
The colors were selected with some divine
Understanding of each one of us, knowing
What we’d grow to prefer in adulthood.
At each marriage announcement she began
Weaving with pride and fearlessness.

Everyone has had one gifted to them, but me-
My family is quickly growing tired of me
Not telling them all the important things
They think they want and are willing to know.
Finally, last month my grandmother handed me
Three yards of indigo monks cloth and two needles,
She told me that once I buy my yarn to start
With a diamond pattern – the best for beginners.

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Unprompted – ‘Good Morning’

So I was planing to resume posting at least weekly like… a month or two ago, but then I got double pneumonia and work went a little crazy. I’m moving in about a month so I don’t know how active I’ll be – but hopefully I’ll pick back up again!

‘Good Morning’

Good morning,
It is dead silent and still dark outside
With all the cars sleeping in their spots,
Owners going slow in sleep without them,
Or in dreams going fast without them.

A stray cat is watching me watch him
Blinks, turns around, and carries on
His morning routine, and
I turn in time to carry on my own
Another step, walking, again, continuing.

It is uncanny and warm,
An oddly comforting dark February morning
With the moon contemplating it’s long shift
Watching over all the little things
We have built and become below it.

I step out into the street
As I do every morning at four am,
Drowsy and half stuck in some dream,
I step out and stop half across
Wondering if the car lights will catch me.

 

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Unprompted – Making Art

Let’s start the year off with writer’s block. It’s usual a blessing in disguise because if I wasn’t questioning my ability to write before, then I sure am now. It’s not as bad as it was though – for a solid month now I haven’t been able to really get anything on paper that I liked. I didn’t want to share or post pieces I didn’t enjoy on the premise nobody probably would enjoy them. I’ve a lot of editing ahead of me, that’s for sure.

 

‘Making Art’

Nothing quite flows easily tonight
But everything comes to together
In time, in tired, long awaited time.

Whether it’s weaving or writing,
Art begins first as a dream, drawn out
It becomes something a little more-

But also something a little less perfect than
The dream it originally was dreamed,
Such is reality with all its law abiding imperfections.

I’ve got stories in my head, pictures in my eyes,
And yet I cannot get it just right in the moment
My pencil touches down, and it’s more than frustrating.

The simple amount of time it takes
Almost isn’t worth it, a skill of endless possibilities
Taking endless patience and more than endless practice.

It feels unfair, because it feels just right there
On the tips of my fingers and tongue, waiting for me
To do something with it other than spend long nights blankly.

 

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Unprompted – ‘A Taste of Life’

A quick post for today, I finally finished this little piece after sitting on it for over a year. Hope you enjoy!

‘A Taste of Life’

In adulthood I have learned
To love the taste of many things.
Black coffee and cold tea, both
Sitting, waiting on my desk for me.

Alcohol sweet and burning,
Greeting me as welcome its fire
In the back of my throat
After a long exhausting day full of life.

And the world, oh the world I have tasted
In all it’s seasons, phases of growth and decay.
Sweet and ripe summer, chilly crisp winter,
The clouds, the air, the sunshine all on my lips.

I have learned to love the taste of life.
With my tongue, my teeth – gorging myself
On my memories, bright candy like fragments,
And rotten, half chewed stories spanning years.

I have learned the taste of so many things,
Happiness, inspiration, disappointment, and fear.
I have tried to eat all of them at least once-
I have swallowed sadness and pride.

I’ve tasted my remorse and salty tears.
I have ate everything I have dared to eat-
Even love, but I found it was too bitter
Or maybe it was too sweet for me.

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Unprompted – ‘Recognition’

I’ve spent the last few days getting my files in order, and let me tell you I didn’t think I had written as much as I did in this last year. In 2017 I wrote and finished 150 pieces, most of them nothing too great, but learning experience all the more. I want to start 2018 on the right foot and keep writing, so the plan is to post three times a week at the very least. I want to continue developing my writing and I greatly appreciate all the people who’ve taken their time to read my posts. Please, don’t feel shy about commenting! I’d love to hear what you enjoyed and why.

As for today I want to share one the last pieces I wrote in 2017, to bridge the gap between the two years.

 

‘Recognition’

Recognize me for I have lived
Despite it all,
The desperate attempts
Both at living and dying.
The world can be so beautiful,
But ugly
In the same breath of wind.

Have you ever looked
Into the eye of a tornado?
It is godly in its existence,
Seemly so cruel, but it’s just doing
What it was created to do.
Live.
Recognize me,

Recognize yourself,
You might not have seen the eye of a tornado,
Or even seen just a tornado waltzing
It’s way from one field to another,
But I know, as undoubtedly you do,
That you have seen casual cruelty.
Be proud and recognize yourself
When you next see you
Staring back from the mirror
Or some picture.

 
If you like my writing please check out my book Moth-Like. It can be bought on Amazon here.