Month: October 2020

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Tuesday Poetry: The Final Dam Breaks Destroying Everything

Tears are coming
Can’t show them here
Hide in the bathroom
Recite the mantra
Tears come anyway
Epiphany
Self-image shattered
What am I
Broken, damaged
Never felt codependent before
Never understood it before
The questions answered
Reasons why found
People never wanted my help
Or took advantage
Their silence was my sadness
Their silence wasn’t about me
I knew there was a lesson to learn
Before things would go right
I didn’t know it was this
Questioning
What’s real, what’s in my head
All of it and none of it
What do I need
Love
Who do I need it from
Myself
I once told you
If they’re important to you
They’re important to me
I’m important to you
It’s time for me
To be important to me
My love for you isn’t real
If I don’t love myself

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.

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Poetry Monday: Time Always Leaves but Never Goes Away

And then I arrived – 
I don’t know how I got there
Or where I came from
But I was there

Teacups melted time away
Drinkers mumbled some nonsense
A girl spun round and round
Or was she dancing – 
A tree grew from the face
With trinkets hanging and dangling – 
A rodent or some such looked my way

“What are you doing?”

“I’m thinking.” Said I.

“Why would you do an awful thing like that?”

I didn’t answer – 
The girl stopped spinning
She looked up toward the tree
Then she looked at me
A tree arm gently raised her up
And she became a dangling trinket
The rodent spoke again

“I never said that, and you know it.”

Time melted into pools of paint
So many colors – 
The rodent and the trinkets didn’t notice
Pools of paint climbed up everything
The things melted as time had
The face from which the tree grew
Had gone with time – 
It was the face of time

Only I remained
Pools of paint crawling toward me – 
Where had time gone

From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis. Inspired by the paintings for “Alice in Wonderland” by Salvador Dali. Click here to see them all.

Mad Tea Party by Salvador Dali

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Spooky Poetry: The Monster That Ate My Mommy

It didn’t eat her right away
The monster that ate my mommy
It lived with her for a long time
Taking a small piece now and then

She never saw it but I did
A smoke creature floating behind
With claws and fangs but made of air
Lurking with shadows and feeding

I warned her – she never listened
I cried when the monster ate her
I thought it would come for me next
It vanished like steam with a grin

I tell people the story of
The monster that ate my mommy
They don’t believe in scary things
Some of them have their own monsters

The black smoke waiting to eat them
Will I see mine if I get one
Do I have one eating me now
The same one that ate my mommy

Previously unpublished.