Notes About The Poem

"set down your name among the fallen
the hand that wrote it will rise again to judge you."

- Poet

Six Short Individual Poems

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The Ineradicable Revenant Self

Part 1 Diagnosis

I. Surgery

Surgery—

Today cuts yesterday—
the calendar blade.
You carve the year's new initials.
The beech—scarred—
keeps its reverie-venant
in smooth wood.

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II. The Future, Uninvited

The future isn't knocking—
inside already, thumbnail
at the doorframe's paint.
Wood smoke. Bergamot—ash.
That cologne of Occurrence—
you still holding
the empty shot glass.

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III. No Reset

The heart does not reset at midnight—
the liver does not forgive.
Neurons fire their exhausted patterns:
flinching—craving—glass
in hand again—shuddering like the heat-pump
kicking on as you almost—
almost—
sleep.

Your face in the mirror—
steady—
waiting to see
if you'll
disappoint it.

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IV. Rings

Rings on the counter—
like your mother's plant
left years on the sill:
Live Evidence—  
no one bothered to move.

The kitchen smells of nothing yet—
that early sadness of resolutions
you haven't—
not yet—
betrayed.

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V. What Continues

The self does not reset—
continues—
playing song in an empty room.

We drag it all:
rage swallowed at the feast,
the lover whose face we can't recall
the Ledger— 
left blank
the moment we said fine—
Meaning—so far—from Fine—  
I’ve forgotten—what Fine—looked like.

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VI. Threshold

Fear crosses the threshold—
checking your phone at every red light
eating over the sink
so it doesn't count as hunger
chewing your cheek until it tastes of copper
the way you say sorry
before you've even spoken—

all of it followed.

That stray you fed once—
you woke up one morning
and it had become you.

Or you had become it.

Now when you look in the mirror
you can't tell
if you're wearing its face
or it's wearing yours.

Either way, you've stopped
asking which one got fed.

Good dog.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Wolf Avatar
January 5, 2026 at 8:12 PM
Whoa! Franz Kafka's 'Metamorphosis' is nowhere near as real and as frightening as this poem, Daniel. A big FAVE for me. Thanks.
Daniels Avatar
January 5, 2026 at 4:41 PM
Happy New Year, Daniel ! Looks like U had a good break delivering a masterfully cutting piece like this. Most times it seems eradicability is impossible, since patterns become addictive, by our own choice : use of imagery here is profound ie beech/ bergamot ash : wealth with keen insight U must have for poetic material ; heart, liver, neurons - yes, they hold the deepest encodings : reset or reconfigured 4 dissolution is our choice, a challenging one. ThKU 4 sharing, Blessings, Dear Poet.
Bayles Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 7:54 AM
Daniel, your creative verse, shows how things always live inside us. So many great lines. I like the metaphor of the year carved into the birch. I like how the future is already here; it sounds like Carl Jung. I loved how you took in a stray, and it became you.
Rodgers Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 10:55 AM
Happy New Year, Mike, thank you so much, my friend, for seeing my poem for what it is. Winter Blessings, Mike, Daniel
Winter Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 7:47 PM
Dearest Daniel, this is a very thought-provoking poem. Change is a part of life yet it is so scary and sometimes really dark. The way things go are never in our hands but life goes on. New Year doesn't bring change on its own but it is an opportunity to start afresh. The fact about neurons and dark mysterious is particularly touching in this poem. With love and respect always, Anne
Rodgers Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 11:00 AM
Happy New Year, Dearest Anne. Change is scary at times, and is inevitable for humans to accept and move forward. Sometimes we get so hung up on the things we would like to change, rather than the needed change. I see change as part of our passions to accomplish greater things. New Year's is once a year, but today we have all day to fulfill some of our desires. Anne, I do hope you had a wonderful New Year's! Winter Blessings, Dearest Anne, Daniel
Hind Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 7:14 PM
This is raw material Daniel. Irony and emotion pull together for meaning...and both are not far from the other in this work of yours. Well done, always so. :)
Rodgers Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 11:01 AM
Happy New Year, Dear Paige, thank you so much, my friend. Winter Blessings, Dear Paige, Daniel
Anaya Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 1:39 PM
We may have no choice but to drag it on, this is what I know about "resetting yourself" It isn't about forceful self-improvement but about letting go of the ego's need to control, realizing you're part of the natural flow & accepting your current being as complete, rather trying to build a future self. Leading to a more authentic you. I always take away something from your poetic philosophies. Got me going! ;)
Rodgers Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 11:03 AM
Happy New Year, Dear Anaya, such a beautiful, grounding reflection. The way you frame resetting as releasing control and accepting the self as already complete really deepens the poem for me, and I’m grateful my lines could spark that kind of insight in you. Winter Blessings, Dear Anaya, Daniel
Cunningham Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 5:50 AM
Interesting and a very thought provoking verse Daniel. Life is full of mystery and up till now we're only scratching the surface. Hope your new year is off to a good start. Tom
Rodgers Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 10:32 AM
Happy New Year, Tom, It is my contribution to the start of a New Year to get the reader going. Winter Blessings, Tom, Daniel
Kendrick Avatar
January 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM
Interesting lines penned. Kind of far out or maybe dark. Sara K
Rodgers Avatar
January 3, 2026 at 10:12 AM
Happy New Year Sara, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year! Thanks, Winter Blessings, Dear Sara, Daniel
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