Best Verisimilitude Poems
The view from this cracked motel window pairs perfectly with this dower depression flattening my mood and numbing my awareness,
The sweet reward of a drink well drunk.
The misshapen humps of old asphalt going gray and the fading whispers of yellow paint meant to mark the resting place of one’s transport leave a vague presence in my mind,
A ghostly one.
A notion I can’t quite pla-
Bodies.
Oh yes, bodies.
I reiterate to myself it’s just that intoxicating veil on my eyes but in the depths of what makes me my own I know that to be false.
I’m thinking of death.
I’m…sinking in it, the thought is taking hold.
That ghostly thought, that at first fluttered and now bats.
Bats and bats and bats at the bone bars that surround my mind in its urgency.
The lids of my sight flutter in time with that wretched awareness and yet does it quicken.
“Oh!” I moan.
“No…” I whisper.
And that glimpse of silver at the edge-or was it steel?- is oddly comforting.
Oddly soothing.
It’s speaking to me in sweet tones, reassuring me that it’s all ok.
That everything is a-okay...
The glittering silver comfort is moving closer, but becomes no clearer.
It must be an angel that my simple eyes are not fit to look upon.
It has weight now, a pressure on my soul.
“It’s all okay.”
Oh how I wish that to be honest and true.
But it’s just another sweet verisimilitude.
To an End
David J Walker
Carried in the wind
This lonely place
Carried to another land
Carried in the mendicants dreams
of
The sojourn
of sovereignty
Nothing as it seems
A lonely outpost to defend
The verisimilitude to pretend
A commitment to resend
And then
It
Comes to
An end
Strange, after living so long apart
the things that resurrect the memory of your touch;
a vanilla-scented candle, the taste of Turkish coffee;
or the way flower petals graze my skin so softly;
the feel of waves beneath my feet,
the light of a parking garage…
the aching’s almost too much.
Sometimes I think I see you and set my eyes to follow after;
but it’s just ardor’s chimera, just a cruel mirage,
summoned by someone else’s laughter,
sounding from someone else’s street.
When I close my eyes the hundreds
of miles melt in my mind
to a single point in time.
We can’t see the water lap around us
but we hear its suggestions,
and sighing fold in on each other
like a glowing paper crane
nesting in the waters of the sky.
Once again I think I see your face--
the moon wreathed in penumbra--
And numbly grab a pen,
recording your ghost’s fading trace
in journals of sinew and cartilage.
The verisimilitude of dimensional life in dreams
Resonates universal vibrational frequency delight
That manifests in illusions of the conscious mind.
Date: 27/5/2018
Contest: Sijo poetry contest
Sponsor: Heidi Sands
I can’t get out of bed
that drink went to my head
will I lose my job today and become famous instead?
There’s spots sprawled on my skin
I’m not looking thin
competition for exhaustion, that’s the one I’ll win
There’s someone on my case
friends forget my face
I think they’re tired of me and my a thousand states
I need a new job because this can’t be all there is
there’s a boy over there, who wishes I were his
I hate what’s in my wardrobe
I have nothing to wear
I’ve had this job for more than two years
yet I still wake up scared
I complain about my status
like I don’t run away
from actually being liked, from people who will stay
I change my hair colour like it’s really a fresh start
I trade my problems for polyester when I press add to cart
I’m volatile and dangerous
I’m soft and I’m too kind
I’m forever chasing myself when it’s myself I can’t find