Major distraction powerful confusion
innovative woven tapestry
vivid words non-spoken sensual
conveying sense of disorientation
discomforted spiritual turmoil
imaginary imagination being lost and disconnected
from myself in retrospect
my amnesia has no recollection
there's no consciousness denial I have a headache my brains on fire my stomach aches my soul is on fire my thoughts are scattered I'm lost in my own forest if not for my light of clarity at not memory like drops of rain fall to the ground splashes forming a puddle a stream trickling down the sidewalk off the curb to the sewer drain I remain tangent lost and disconnected for my own memories and identity fire fire so I ache with intensity of the emotional physical pain fragmented and disjoint nature thoughts and emotions forgotten and forgiven struggling to find my foot amidst the steps of my inner turmoil
Categories:
discomforted, angst, anxiety, conflict,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Spring passed
here is Summer
at last, not her last
lasting grief, summer’s relief
cool waters flow
seasons surpass
dictates of time
as we tread water
especially her spouse
he finds slight smile
in a bottle, birds
nibbling seeds
his kids calling
on him, expecting
not too much
he is a gentle soul
supposed to be
with his other half
Summer sun
will ne’er be
a comfort
nor sea nor sand,
a shovelful or grain,
sifts through his fingers
starfish in the sky
interest his gaze
missing arms and legs
seasons will come’n go
beachcombers will bum
the sea’s in his eyes
the sun burns
immemorial
no June*
6/21/2021
*mom’s name
Categories:
discomforted, grief,
Form: Free verse
Don’t repine, daughter
Despite swarms of storms surging forth
To steal and slay the laughter
That shone in your life’s growth
From a tender age
Caressed and comforted
In God’s hand despite strange
Forces that felt had you discomforted
In the natural
Where their purview
Seemed impregnable although the supernatural
Scoffed at such a view
Which God couldn’t bless
Regardless of sinister motives
Angels of envy chose to address
As God’s omnipotence and omniscience rendered them unfit fugitives.
Categories:
discomforted, poems,
Form: Free verse
Funny Kids Love Lucy
A few inches pup lay comfortably in
In my tiny daughter's palm
Wooly and cuddled a sweet polka dot
A gift from my sister with so much of awe
A string round her neck embossed JINU'S LUCY
Jinu and Lucy the inseparable two
Grew leisurely in queens sized bed
Milk for both but Jinu overslept
Discomforted Lucy nibbled her ears
Scot Jinu off to her school with bag
Rambling through the store Lucy the mistress
Licking off soles on smelling footwear
Pulling down tablecloths to dust off left overs
Surveying with each measure
Some cooked right and others a hard bite
A house full in the evening with Jinu And Lucy
Playing with ball or hiding behind screens
Panting with Jinu's antics to make her jump
Nutty honeyed biscuits after running full score
Mother's knitting basket was Lucy's respite
War cry in the garden bringing Jinu a running
Squirrels scrambling birds fluttering
Whiskers up with Lucy's lungs blaring
Licking paws at victories won
Jinu and Lucy a lifetime companionship
September 18, 2015
Contest: Funny Kids Poem
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
Categories:
discomforted, best friend, dog, children,
Form: Light Verse
Free Flight
By Curtis Johnson
I am convinced that the “Maker of me” has set me on a charted course
For the most part, I have always been okay with the ‘Who” of me
But honestly, it was God and my development into maturity that enabled my thrust over the threshold of the “discomforted” me.
In other words, I have grown to appreciate me more than I did in earlier years
You see, I have had to constantly resist others who sought to “change me”.
I don’t mean, to change my character or morality, but to change my personality.
It’s understandable to be molded, bent, and shaped, but God forbids a “remake” of me.
Their persistence was to the point that I grew weary and doubted the "who" of me, But their persistence never outweighed my resistance; so I continued “being me”.
I must say that the years and God’s own peculiar design and plan for me
Have allowed me to slowly descend from the cocoon, to break forth through the shadows, to live out God’s designed purpose, and ascend like a butterfly
cj070615
Categories:
discomforted, change, christian, confusion, destiny,
Form: Prose Poetry