The relentless pressure of ev'rything
demands ev'ry ounce of my attention.
Once I sailed a sea that delight could bring,
alas, in a world of my invention.
Wives, bosses, finances, loom like bludgeons -
momentarily, I avoid failure.
Alone, in a dark and joyless dungeon,
there's no success for this erstwhile sailor.
My own expectations stab like a knife -
who I wanted to be, and what, to do.
Powerless, against this arduous life,
I hear a voice, my cell bars, passing through.
Bye, all - I'm off to the fantastic sea,
imagination's playground's calling me.
Categories:
bludgeons, imagination, life, prison, sea,
Form: Sonnet
Bangs… shots of memories past
Take me back to where I was…
The barbed wire walls,
The plank beds
The grenades fall.
My eyes were wide open
Like a lost deer separated from the herd.
The smoke clouding my eyes,
Even the wisdom of the elders failed;
Garlic would not ward off
The sting grenades.
Rattans banging, bludgeons banging,
My chest dense with smoke
For the fire consumed the silhouette against the blackened sky.
My eyes were wide open
To see through the cloud of tears,
The flagging sign: SOS freedom.
Cardboard strewn,
Hearts wounded and lost
Like lights just turned off.
The ears ring, zinging
From the bangs.
My eyes were wide open…
Now, against the blackened sky
Shots of memories from years past:
The grenade, the rattan, and the bludgeon.
I still see the fire ablaze
and my heart bangs
For the crickets chirping,
For the ribbits echoing,
For the night birds singing,
For the pond to cradle me,
For the boundless grass,
For my silhouette forever burns
In the night full of freedom.
November 16, 2020
Categories:
bludgeons, appreciation, childhood, inspiration, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Hammering the dark silence,
Thor bludgeons the night
Releasing with thunder
—a storm gods delight
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
Categories:
bludgeons, storm,
Form: Rhyme
Sweet are soft shadows, preservers of life...
Removed at midday, summer's sun blazes down
~ Bakes the hard ground
~ Bludgeons tender sprouts
~ Burns our bare skin
~ Blisters parched lips
~ Blinds the innocent's gaze
~ Betrays life's precarious balance
Returned toward eventide, the essence of soft shadows
~ Renews the ground
~ Raises up the sprout
~ Relaxes the skin
~ Refreshes the lips
~ Revises the gaze
~ Restores life's balance...
Sweet are soft shadows, preservers of life.
Categories:
bludgeons, growth, life, recovery from,
Form: Free verse
A SMALL REQUEST
She won’t go into the woods alone
afraid of the trees and what they might say;
the telltale trunk cannot be trusted
to keep the secret of her lover,
how she cut him open then stealthily walked away.
Those were long days, impossible lives,
truth is the sunrise, not to be denied.
Between starlight and the moon
no pleasure withheld; victims of fate,
the tragedy of circumstances.
The white pines howl and the birches bark
madly but never a word was spoken.
Everybody has a bone to pick, my friend,
we’re all just big ole dogs in the end.
Lycanthropes to the full moon.
The day bludgeons night bruising the sky
but his heart is left with the black eye
and by his I mean mine and now that it’s out
silence is filled with unspeakable sound.
Thunder is memory in a distant song.
She loved the woods like another child,
The ground so moist and the air so wild.
On the rocks is where she came alive,
Grass on her knees, smoke in her eyes.
Reborn as the sunrise.
Back to the trees and the secrets held
And the purpose of this pitiful discourse,
I’ve come to my one small request;
not the Master of your heart, at least,
let me be an occasional guest.
Categories:
bludgeons, emotions, forgiveness, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
must of been a bad day at work
she thinks to herself
as a angry hand cascades across her face
not know why this time
as a hand strikes again
she fall in to four walls
she is safe
the body bleeds and swells
as the hand hit's again
she becomes limp
she is awake
but broken
and the pieces no long spreed
with a smile on his face
he see there no more to get
as one last time tonight
a hand bludgeons her face
he walks to the dresser
whistling with a light hearted grin
he picks up a box
as it flies through the air
that birthday flashes thought her mind
it hit the wall
and brakes in to a thousand pieces
he smile an evil smile at her
he know he got what he wants
with a hop and a whistle
he walks out of the room
closing the door behind him
she crawls along the floor
picks up the balarina
and cries
Categories:
bludgeons, smile,
Form: I do not know?