Handholds Poems | Examples

separation and handholds dissolved

no separation

not explained

not explainable

can be obvious

dissolving absent

handholds

no explanation for any of this

no separation

not explained

not explainable

can be obvious

dissolving absent

handholds



being

not being that

not being this

but expressing

that and this



finding

what is not lost

a seeker's shock

and demise

perhaps



searching

assumes something

to find with no

expectation that

something is 

nothing

A Change of Pace

He staggers,
where once he counted steps
he now counts unsteady footfalls.
Life has become a minor earthquake
an aftershock still trembling
at the core of a wincing mind.

Many years ago, auntie had a stroke,
she careened to a halt,
yet carried on, speaking from deep within
a drainpipe language.

He was doing well, it was just the shakes,
a hesitancy in his gait.
He stopped drinking,
stopped falling down self-made trapdoors,
grasped for firmer handholds.

However, he knew
that he was a paper straw
and it sucked.

Bad Dreams

Downward spiral
I'm sinking ever deeper
Trying to climb out
But the walls are getting steeper
Stuck in this rut
In my mind's eye created
Should've gotten out sooner
But I just procrastinated
I see the light at the top
Getting ever smaller
The dimness all around me
Growing ever darker
My handholds are failing
As I start sliding faster
No idea where the ground is
I'm flirting with disaster
Then I hear the voices
Fear grips me like a vice
They're calling out my name
They tell me to pay the price
Then my grip gives way
And the freefall takes control
Only a matter of time now
Before the ground will take it's toll
Not much longer now
I start to hear their laughter
Drowning out all the other sounds
Because it's my death they're after
But it's only me that's laughing
As I finally realize
That I'm standing by a mirror
Staring into my own eyes

For Now We See Through a Glass Darkly

The sun has risen bright and cold.
December shines. The roads glisten with frost.
A bright sky flares, makes all stare into sheets of light,
Now opaque, now a glaring dazzle.,
the light steals our sight for want of any shaded defining.
There is glory in the air
but also a perilous power that blinds.
Many cannot look but must watch their steps,
they shuffle along groping for handholds in the sparking air.
Some search for a dark glass to see through,
other's secretly know that they are not even close to seeing
the Mind that looks through them.

Dream Climber

All night he climbs his spinal cord,
up and down he goes
a worker ant
gathering globules of memory.
The bony spine itself
offers handholds for his ghosts.

At each spinal notch 
he enters the swim
of sub-osseous neural bundles.
Images are scooped up,
mixed into an alphabet soup
of alternative realities.

He climbs upward only to pause stymied 
at the brains tightly packed folds
listens as an outsider
to the down-time humming
of a million closed circuitry heartbeats.

There is too much convoluted counting there,
too much to harvest in one night,
and so he travels back down the cord
to a low-clouded complexity
where shrouded stems burst open
their dark flowers
to engulf the embryonic mythologies
of sleeping giants.

In the morning
he hears himself thinking:
the thoughts are loud
they beat upon the top of his skull
like starving children
trying to escape.

Life Bridge

Life at times is fun, but not always
live it as it comes, can't be choosy
a wonderful dream, it doesn't stay
go, drown your woes in the jacuzzi.

Mask the face with calm demeanor
Be courteous, upright despite a raid
It will wither off with time, bit leaner
On troubled waters if bridge is made.

Of this invisible bridge, HE is the boss
prayers, faith are pillars, foundations
courage, patience, handholds to cross
finding solace, matter of tribulations.

Who help themselves may get blessed
troubles may remain for them stressed.

15.5.2020

Free Verse Fever

2. Aria

Twain kindred souls start slow and reunite,
Same as lovers who split and then made up,
Though, twas a mere slow dance, a Pavane,
Taming a dance floor with their passive feet,
As Faure's piece fades, delayed music mix,

Next, a minuet by Beethoven in G Major, No 2,
Couples one hand clasped together both leads,
Men's other handheld scepters extend outward, 
While the ladies other handholds to their dresses,
As the tipsy tune plays like a Lawrence Welk Show.

Now a livelier pace quickens hearts and dancers alike,
For it is a waltz by Johann Strauss' Acceleration Waltz,
Stimulates even barstool occupant whose head swoon,
An ever do-nothing lethargic will enable them to move,
One-step two-step then turn and bow to your partners.

Lovers exchange worshipping lips more than small kisses,
As the orchestra prepares for their tune, rather off-tuned,
Nonetheless, a number by Puccini's Nessum Dorma sung,
Magically, breaths held, as his name was just announced,
The virtuoso, Luciano Pavarotti will sing that famous aria.


2020 January 11

The Irish Love a Bit of Craic On Saint Patrick's Day

Cian careen into Quigley's Pub
for a little Irish whiskey and sub
before long dancing
an Irish jig romancing 
the wee fawning lassies lap club

lassies hooting and flapping being bold
with blarney about his pot of gold
money he was countin
while lassies were mountin
full of craic, pole dancing, and few handholds


much Irish brew a sot Cian became
I'm takin my money you can't blame
when he got to his lair
pot did he held bare
shame he did claim but himself to blame

3/26/2017

To a Ring

In you I trust. You symbolize a promise.
If self-reliance fails and footholds crumble
You’ll keep us safe from harm. You will protect us
If handholds break, if we lose grip, or stumble.

With you in reach I dare release the tension.
Your solid metal roundness will inspire
New confidence and faith. I can exhale now
The bated breath and, with relief, climb higher.

The Well

A.W. Nutter

Able to see a round circle of light
The sun slowly ascending into the sky
Futile, spilling tears over my plight
 As I struggle to survive I wonder why

As each morning comes I sign the cross
Clinging to hope with religious gestures
The sides of my tomb, slick with moss
Hands bloodied from repeated failures

Weakened from being in this hole so long
Chance of survival more illusion than reality
Leaving me to die in this well was wrong
Persecuted unjustly, for a wife's infidelity

Placing my back against the stone wall
Preparing myself for one final climb
Inch by agonizing inch I slowly crawl
Struggling to find handholds in the slime

Trying in vain to control my excitement
As I roll over the edge onto firm ground
Finally free of my watery confinement
When the Sheriff returns I won't be found

Slowly gaining enough strength to stand
Frozen in place at what my eye's now see
The husbands cruelty I'll never understand
Hanging his wife by her neck from a tree

Suddenly a rope tightens around my chest
Sheriff, ensures my hands are tightly laced
Screaming, I journey toward eternal rest
As into the well I am once again placed

Insidious Ramblings From............(A.Hail.Of.Bullets.Is.All.I.Feel Remix)

tracing lines on the syntax of multiple personalities
          grammar cascades down resonant folds
 and drops to its knees in silent rage

hand over hand over hand over hand over
   mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds
and slip and fall into empty spaces

travelling through time diagonally and sideways but never forward

                    unfortunately

found by no one for infinity of days because i did not really want them to find me
                                  lost for never 
yet at the same time always 

but isnt that a good thing all things considered

Gone
 and forgotten

but only by everyone in this time and place

Insidious Ramblings From Death Defying Time Travellers Who Know Nothing

tracing lines on the syntax
          grammar cascades down resonant folds

hand over hand
   mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds

travelling through time diagonally and sideways

found by no one for infinity of days
                                  lost for never 
yet at the same time always

GONE

Brake Time

Chasing of dreams through time shaken seasons
Forming and shaping of whispery wills
Weaving and wending through common place living
Crutches and handholds like miracle pills
Places to go to when breathers are needed
Hammocks of cool shaded  quiet  away
Beside hot rutted roadways of unending  hills
Questions and answers and working all day
A cold glass of poetry sipped on the way
Held in a callused and tremoring hand
Still ready and willing to play

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