Canada geese arrowing south,
Black-op's drone's hum overhead,
their silhouettes caught in the last blush
of a winter sun.
Old woman
sweeping gray hair back into gold
as she bends to a labor
only her eyes remember.
I am going to sell-up,
take this patch of land,
and farm myself out
as a useless yellow hound
for kids to miss
every time
I stupidly kill myself.
The days are chained to each other,
I am ready to jump off
this old blanked-out window
loco
motive-lessness,
follow the geese
to where weird aircraft
are considered the new norm,
and question nothing -
all answers are soft landmines
for the heavy-footed.
Categories:
idling, poetry,
Form: Free verse
in the sinews of my mind
there's not much place for logic
the heart rules with an iron fist
and passions stirred do simmer
i don't care much for chaos
but these are the cards i'm dealt
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on September 27, 2022
Categories:
idling, anxiety, longing, surreal,
Form: Free verse
"Idling"
Cool cold froth
slides across their pages
they whirl their congratulatory comments
like pucks across ice crystal cut sharp and precise
waiting for return compliments
basting their words with oily accomplishment
slick and to strict recipe
baking like fat turkeys
with temperatures
mild and appetites easily
assuaged
How does a person come to this?
They think of words and throw them
to the wolves like sticks
for return
Wolves will take their words
strip all bones ragged of stories
bury them
and then silently,
without a backward glance
never return
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Their pooled emotions wouldn’t fill a teaspoon.”
“They sicken of the calm who know the storm.”
“That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone:
Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.”
Dot Parker
"What Fresh Hell is This?"
"xanny"/Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/OYyyce8K_c0
"Purgatory is a Poem"/ LadyLabyrinth
Categories:
idling, imagery, muse, psychological, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Had I not in my idling
neglected you;
neglected morning carol;
neglected evening requiem;
neglected the unforeseen
whimsy of words,
the nitty-gritty of my
most solemn soul,
sooner could have been
release from bondage,
levee collapsing revelation,
my poems.
July 28, 2013
Kathryn Collins
Categories:
idling, writing,
Form: Free verse
Certainly you'll need time to
Break out of the life of
Nothing
Ventured!
Cynthia
Poetry In Motion
Categories:
idling, life,
Form: Free verse
faithful to death?
faithful to threats?faithful to standards
nobody has met...
say for one-
stars collapse become blackholes
where nothing escapes...
beauty and blight
wisdom and ignorance
an infinite mass,
swirling on the head of a pin-
how the *ell can you discern one from the other...
are you false prophetess
nanny to rabid children
or just a patriot to your idling god.
Categories:
idling, children, visionary,
Form: Free verse