– Poem 4 – Gloves

Long thin tail, dark corner
Lift the cardboard
Small rat, not moving
Muddled brown
Frown at swarming flies and accompanying smell
Death reigns, dried blood
Burnt sienna
Plastic shopping bag glove
Grip on the rat
Slough of skin, plop of muscle nut-brown
New glove:
Tawny rat puppet

Poem 4: Focuses on repeating a single color throughout the poem. Personal thoughts – everyone else wrote about beauty, flowers, longing, etc. I wrote about a personal experience.

Mighty 5 in fifty minutes Poem Workshop by Margaret Pettis attended during the LUW 2017 Fall Conference.

Puma Passes Out

Puma paced, preoccupied.
Perhaps, she went too far this time.
Her heart, she followed, though plummeting inside.

Puma played it safe, you see, her designs always quite clean.
Pedestrian, pacifying, plain.

Please.

Puma pulsed within, craving dynamic peppy seams.
Passion for fashion pushed her over the edge.
Now she waits for the critics to drop their sledge.

The paper slips under her door.
Puma pounces, peeks, prays.
And before she can pull her eyes away,
Puma sees Princess Pud
On the full cover front page,
Parading about in her new favs

The headline reads:
Princess Pud Proudly Prances in Her New Puma Puffy Pantses!

Puffy Pants are all the rage
Thanks to Puma and her plucky passion for forward thinking fashion!

Oh, good god,
She can hardly believe it.
Puma passes out
Just to conceive it.

To Choose

When you choose, you are deciding one or the other.
No in between. Choose between, pick one or the other.
Choose, decide, pick, select, appoint, select, pick, decide, choose.
Turn toward, turn away, agree, disagree, consent, deny, smile, frown.

When you choose, you answer
“Who am I?”

And when you answer, you know the sort of person you’ve become.
The sort of person you are.
One that says yes. One that says no.
One that chooses.

Chooses between:
Helping. Seeing. Caring. Recognizing. Feeling. Loving. Protecting. Hearing. Acknowledging. Sharing. Feeding. Speaking. Listening. Responding. Saving. Acting. Acting. Acting.

Who are you? Who do you want to be?

Think about it, then choose.

Humans

How can we hate each other when we’re all trying to do the same thing?
We hate each other. We ignore. Neglect. Beat. Rape. Kill each other.
But we all want the same thing.
We refuse to help. Refuse to notice. To stop. To say something. To hold accountable.
But we all want the same thing.
To be free of fear. To end mistreatment. Is to end it in others. Then it will happen in yourself.
To have peace is to recognize your peace and share it. To be accepting. To be kind.
We want to eat and feel safe. Why would you you use violence and justifications to starve and threaten others when all they want is the same thing?
No one will go without. There’s enough.
But we take it. We hide it. We horde it. We dangle it over the heads of others to feel what?
Bigger? Better? Stronger?
It is a display of weakness. It is Pathetic. And misinformed.

We, The Brokenhearted

All of us are We, The Brokenhearted.

And we, the brokenhearted, are blind to
the others in our company.
For our pain is most
singular.
We know
It has not been asked of anyone before this day
To live this loss.
To suffer so completely.

And we, the brokenhearted, search long,
Hard through our despair to make
A connection with someone
To witness.
To validate.
But only voyeurs apply
All too caught up in what
They want. What they
Need. What shapes their pain. Its
Manifestations.

And we, the brokenhearted, crack a bit more
For lack of understanding
Ourselves
Breaks us.

You’re Not Happy

What does it mean
When someone tells you
You’re not happy?

Don’t tell me
What I am.
You’re projecting
Clearly.

I’m not happy?
I’m fine.
I am working
For what I need.

Perhaps you’re better off
Considering yourself
Instead of others
You can’t say who is happy
when you don’t
know what drives them.

You can only speak for yourself.
Your own experiences.
Your own truth.

Be honest.
Figure out your
Own shit

Instead of distracting
Yourself
With me.

Try To Name It

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It’s easy to be angry
But also a waste if
The heart of it all
Goes unnamed and
Unclaimed

Vehement cries deny
This is all anger
Nothing else

When you’re done
Screaming
Nothing’s changed

Pause
Try to name it
What’s going on
In your head?
Your Body

Chest compressed
Jaws clenched
Breath too fast
Hands balled into fists

Try – Disappointment?
Yes?
Try Again – Waste?
No.
Try Again – boredom?
maybe?

Name what it is
To be
Sick of waiting
Expectations too high
Life isn’t as hard
As we make it
Eat
Sleep
Take care

Did you see the stars?
That bird?
Feel, hear, see
Speak.

It’s all here,
You should be
Too.