‘be like them’

The roads I took
wrong ones included —
they shaped and formed me.

There was a path where
I thought my pages would look good,
would look better,
with golden shades:
the ones they wore.

Where I am now
who I’ve become
I’d trade it with no one else’s.
No one.

So when you told me
to be like them —
goodbye I wrote
on your wall,
and out the door went
this different soul.

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 14, ‘movement and words’.

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notes on paper


~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 13, ‘art in the wayward mind’.

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twilight at the door

the wind arrives with twilight, letting themselves in through the door left ajar
long shadows trailing in their wake, tiptoeing to see if the dark corners have space left for them to hide
a figure in bed, sleeping, or pretending to sleep, while wiping away tears and fears and gathering willpower to fight demons inside
just before then the sun whispers to the moon it’s her time to keep watch
and disappears into the horizon

~~~

For #WhisperingNeds 105, ‘bedroom door’.

Listen here

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outside her mirror

the day started with rain, and I thought
I saw a familiar face at the corner shop
taking shelter from raindrops
wearing red bow on her hair and a twinkle
in her eyes

she spotted me and our eyes locked
as she reached deep into memory
trying to place me

she must have found the shelf
where the old me was buried
for she walked up to me
and whispered with soulful gaze
how she would always remember
the little girl she used to call a friend
outside the mirror she called home

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 12, ‘imagination stands in the road’.

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guilty as charged

they caught me stealing moments
from between the walls they kept building
higher and wider
gave me the third degree for breathing
on the job
I felt no need to defend myself
only I knew why I took some time to walk away:
the thoughts in my head were starting to tangle
I had to unravel them behind me
corral and line them up one by one
on my way back

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 11, ‘move your body, move your words’.

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because we are different

pooh-poohed
for not being thick skinned
for not being tough enough
to be the last man standing

chastised
for being different
for wanting to stay different
to the extent of being weird

turning inward,
reaching deep
into the power source
a voice, not so tiny
at the top of lungs, screaming
now
now is the time
to break away

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 10, ‘power and control’.

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cig flicks

shadow
dark as night
abyssal eyes, watching
from the corner booth

smoke
worn as mask
face in the mirror, grinning
an artful deception

as she flicks
the ash off the tip
of her cigarette her eyes
flicker
you know the night’s
still young

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 9, ‘tapping the ash of her cigarette’.

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still digging

thousands of days spent searching for nuggets of wisdom
sometimes plucking from the stars in the clear night sky
others digging deep beneath ugly rocks

thousands of nights spent wondering what the morning would bring
if mountains would come into view
taunting the brave and the curious to climb and conquer or die trying

thousands of questions standing in line to be asked
some lucky enough to have the answer
others still waiting for moments of revelation

the deeper I dig, the more I know
much I know not

~~~

For #OctPoWriMo Day 8 , ‘what do you know and how do you know it?’.

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