Eyes lose their way
in the neon and the numbers.
Departing, arriving,
surviving.
Does this arrow go west?
Failing that test.
Airports numb him
he discombobulates,
has to mentally unpack his baggage,
put them all back together again
pat his passport ten times, find a restroom,
discover he is turned around.
He papers over the missing words
on his missing papers.
Changing planes, mid-flight fright,
rushing between
one panic station and the next.
Finding the right desk beyond the lights.
The sweat of forgetting telephone numbers.
Where is the country he looks for
in the teaming traffic?
The forest road to his new home
is paved with lost directions.
Will he be able to translate language and time
when he gets there
a ‘there’ still way beyond
the gleaming maze of now?
Maps and choices
adrift now in the back of his mind.
He sits for a moment
among strangers in a strange place,
imagines calmly passing through customs,
his suit is not crumpled,
he arrives breathing normally
a calm well-seasoned traveler
walks almost confidently
out of a hazy terminal chaos.
Categories:
discombobulates, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Strange, funny even;
someone spending two hours
in the gym at noon, sweating it out
then defeats the purpose at night
by wolfing down 3 large slices
of cheese pizza for dinner!
Yet I hold my laughter and criticism
because I'm sure that at some point
I've been unknowingly guilty
of such self-sabotage!
I'm also sure it has caused friction
in relationships, even break-ups!
Head-scratching; a dyed-in-the-wool
pro-lifer vehemently supporting
the death penalty. I can almost hear
a thought out there going...
"What the? I don't get that one!"
Yeah, it's a head-scratcher for me, too
I bet it discombobulates even an oxymoron!
It will make sense to me when 2+2 is 5!
POLARITIES AND PARADOXES Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written and submitted: 01/16/2020
Categories:
discombobulates, confusion, emotions, humor, perspective,
Form: Light Verse
We have a small pooch Zoe and there’s this dance she does
When the bathrooms steamy, the tubs all sudsy and drains is fill with fuzz
First, she gets these crazy eyes while the soap drips from her ears
Then her body starts to shake as she’s turned toward the mirror
Rinsed and toweled she pokes out her head from her little mummy’s tomb
And when she sees just how she looks excitement fills the room
She explodes just like a rocket propelled toward the sky
Then she runs and wags and rolls around and we laugh until we cry
She turns upside down and does somersaults like a circus acrobat
Then she spazzes out and climbs the walls like a naked crazy cat
Her tawny coat, soft and sweet, looks like a porcupine
And her graceful flag-like tail looks quite electrified
So, I ask my family, why she it is does this deranged dance
Its like she thinks her death is near and getting dry in her last chance
She discombobulates her body ‘til each last hair is dry
Then finally she settles down thinking she may have just survived
And she looks at me so lovingly with her kinky tossled mess
And I smile at her with my whole heart knowing her dance is the best.
Categories:
discombobulates, children, funnydance, body, crazy,
Form: Light Verse