Digesting the Past
David J Walker
Or
We can forget about it
And start over
Telling everyone we have
Taken new names
Or
Change the number
On our iPhones prone
To robocalls
Or
Take an alias on Twitter
Delete each other on tender
Another catfish on Snapchat
Or
move to the mountains
through back trails that
no one knows
but everyone goes there
subconsciously
Or
We can think about it
Forever
Slowly simmer on one bad
Summer day that
Lead to a year of
poor decision making
The past is past
You say though still unable to
Digest the mistakes that
To this day still
Block your airway
Categories:
digesting, love,
Form: Rhyme
Interesting and Easy For Digesting
What we found had been interesting;
Things are always easy for digesting;
Waiting for,
To adore;
New birds arrived and are nesting.
Jim Horn
Categories:
digesting, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
chew your food slowly
your daily bread
grateful for each bite
thankful for those
who sit at your table
wining
masticating
jittering
elbows leaning
mouths wide open
babies crying
but imagine no one
no food at all
not a crumb
mouse nervously chews his tale
dreaming of cheese
chew your food slowly
your daily bread
grateful for each bite
thankful for those
who sit at your table
12/29/2017
Categories:
digesting, family, food,
Form: Didactic
Like stomach acid
Your observant scrutiny
Digests every flaw;
While the weak wooers scurry
The patient one grows stronger
Categories:
digesting, dedication, judgement, scary, strength,
Form: Tanka
His flock was really but a few
When incarnated as a man like me and you
But he had faith in his Father up above
As he taught us to defeat our enemies with love
He suggested we turn the other cheek
And reap the reward from the strength of being meek
There are many who say they’ve heard his word
Yet clamor to arm themselves with weapons – how absurd
Seems they relish amendments written by mortal men
More than the commandments he died trying to defend
So please, stop trying to convince me
I have trouble digesting hypocrisy
Categories:
digesting, life, political,
Form: Rhyme
I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse
with the light.
One by one,
they scratch along
a cervical bridge
between my heart and mind
before being accumulated
in a churning pit
of reason and conscience
that constantly folds self into self
and manipulates the flavors
of my life.
I never intended to invite you
into my sacred archipelagos,
I meant to sample the sweetness
of your flattery,
the ambrosia of the forbidden
and metabolize your motives later
but you defy my volcano
and oxidize in my stomach
an embryonic gallstone
feeding on the amniotic bile
that disintegrates
my most caustic emotions.
You could extinguish my hunger;
the lightless, empty craving
for content-edness
and alleviate the peptic erosion
of my islands
by accepting their idiosyncrasies.
But I fear you will overfill me,
nauseate me with your revolutionary rites
and that I will regurgitate
the occult within.
Yet, I can't suppress the craving
for more crumbs of your affection.
Categories:
digesting, introspection
Form: Free verse