“Embrace and Release”
In the quiet of night, I pondered—
the art of severing ties, like pruning a tree.
The weakest links, once tightly bound,
now set free, like a maiden’s unclasped bra.
2024 dawns, a canvas for transformation.
Covid’s grip loosens, and clarity emerges.
Meltdowns yield to focus, tears to savings.
My sex life, like New York’s winter, chills.
Raw verses spill forth, unfiltered and true.
Yet my smile softens toward strangers,
and I find myself liking humanity anew.
Trust remains distant, a horizon to reach.
Biblical tales echo vulnerability—
the weaker devoured by the strong.
Have I surrendered my worth for fleeting moments?
No tears stain my words; they remain silent.
As I gaze upward, pondering thoughts,
my brain’s triad—forebrain, midbrain, hindbrain—
collaborates, yet sometimes drifts apart.
Do I know myself anymore? Today, I listen.
Goodbye, old lover; hello, new friends.
Life’s tides carry me forward,
and I embrace the journey, raw and unafraid.
May vulnerability be my strength, not my undoing.
Categories:
meltdowns, allusion, america, analogy, angst,
Form: Blank verse
Poetry notebook in my jittery hand, I vacillate
what if she finds it dull… obtuse…
beneath her... culturally insensitive?
What if she laughs at its pathos,
groans at its length,
smirks at its earnestness?
As I begin to falter, I ask myself
(denying all the aching echoes of indifference)
how much could it possibly hurt if she doesn't like it?
Could I ever forgive myself if I chicken out?
As my internal arguments fire torpedoes at each other,
she begins to walk away.
Incensed at my cowardice, I detect a gravitational pull
impelled by the bonfire of urgency
lit by a lightning bolt of past meltdowns
I take a step of infinite unknowingness, and clear my throat
"Hi, I'm in your writing class…
might I ask for a brief moment of your time?"
...silence.
She glances at my poem, then stares into my eyes -
stretched between two souls is an imaginary tightrope
leveling her balancing pole, she slowly smiles…
"I thought you'd never ask"
written 15 Mar 2022
Categories:
meltdowns, poetry, sweet love,
Form: Free verse
"Advice from Snowy the Snowman; avoid meltdowns,
be well-rounded and happy, because life is short.
Quote by _Constance
My view is a winter scene,
from my warm kitchen window;
sipping my morning cafe,
with a purring kitty on my lap !
Snowy was made from new snow,
on a perfect winter day;
creating him with a soul,
but this love is quite fragile and short !
Oh Snowy has a green scarf,
carrot nose, coal eyes, twig arms;
on his head a red bird chirps,
and a squirrel is eating his nose !
____________________
January 26, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Snowy The Snowman
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1424-637-26
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
My inspiration is Robert J. Lindley's Form,
Lind30SU (Lindley 30 Syllables Unrhymed 7,7,7,9)
Written for the Standard contest, A Poem Crafted in
The Various Lind30 by Robert Lindley Form
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judged 02/25/2022
First Place
Categories:
meltdowns, snow, winter,
Form: Verse
Some call me Mr. Trump
Some call me ex-president
To some I am a hero
I cater to the right
But I am just a puppet
Putin is the master
He really wants America to fall
No matter what the cost
One failed insurrection
And a hypocritical tweet for every occasion
Oh wait, I got banned
For inciting a riot
Thousands of Americans dead
Because I called COVID-19 a hoax
I bathe in a pool of blood
Calling veterans losers
My name is Mr. Trump
I lost my re-election
I had Twitter meltdowns every day
Until America proudly exclaimed, "YOU'RE FIRED!"
Categories:
meltdowns, america, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
White crisp shirts
The clackers make their way to
The central
Sea salt is in the air
Frown lines and stress lines
Upon canvases of many
Wooden benches
To rest your heavy heart
Red blisters
Warm conversations
To ease the ache
The Achilles heel
In this big central
The lone white swan
Hiding near
The banks of the lake
Folding its wings
Pure of white in
The middle of teal, grey, and glass
A palace in the middle of the city
Heigh ho heigh ho
Off to work they go
Until the end of the day
And the salarymen
Saunter downtown
Follow the red neon billboards
Is it still happy hour?
Asahi Sapporo Kirin
Or are you feeling a Yebisu tonight?
Meltdowns are the common symptom
Be warned
Don't let it infect your soul
Because it's the only thing
You can
And must
Protect
Survive the day
To live the next
Categories:
meltdowns, career, city, courage, day,
Form: Free verse
Held to Her chest, silly noises and funny faces made you happy
Gripped in His hand, temper tantrums and meltdowns reared your independence
Your fatigue and fussiness paints with such an unconscionable art-ness
All the while We were growing yet teaching you affinity
Moon tide you yearned for Us, in your crib-beating, in the beautiful blackness
We adored you and said “don’t be afraid of this divine darkness”
As a youth you distanced from Us, lashed back always wrong-Us; and right-you
Til moving out into the world, aspired zeal and faithfulness surfaced your moral
Your Intellect and passion transfigured your heart into a bestowing windfall
We piecemeal together a perfect match yet only expected effort from you
Effectuating your beat, rhythm and fervor thru the sable noteworthy nightfall
Jones in your bones made you fonder of Black Love’s vulnerable call
Categories:
meltdowns, black love, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Millennial Madness
Millennial meltdowns dripping liquid assassins
Hollywood havens dressed in fictitious fashions
Political parasites promiscuous pretenders
Inaugural inquisitions collateral contenders
Suicidal secretions, soups of the day
Tantalizing tyrants, leading the way
Corrosive climates heating the score
Idiocentric inconsistencies waging the war.
Jan.19.2017...^WW^
Categories:
meltdowns, conflict, confusion, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
A wet coin on the mall floor
of sanity's foolish hope
Lies next to others
thrown away by desperate measures
with limited dreams
As they sip on frappucinos;
non-fat coated sin.
Their broken backs
walking with stolen canes
off broke back mountains;
in God we doubt
Another exodus with no occupational hazards,
just dramatizations of puncturing joy on tongue
Torment cry the cries of soliloquy lunacy
Lunar eclipse of the heart;
crater meltdowns into stratospheric limitations
Libation,
poured into impurity perfection
Hollowed certainty,
sharp tongued cryptic verbiage
not claiming emotion
The crippled, run
their mouth
Silent conundrums
running towards field of dreams,
they never came
Faking it
to make it
Once again
© Drake J. Eszes
Categories:
meltdowns, introspection, life, social,
Form: Free verse
Incarcerated soul in ribcage of slaughtered fate
Obsessive saw penetrates secret catacombs of meltdowns
Poetic seascape showing radiations of a human skull -
A cranial Kabuki Mask spreads uncertainty over the Pacific...
Categories:
meltdowns, death, sea
Form: Free verse