Your anonymous blog
To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,
but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.
You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.
You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.
With an Ultima Barlow lens
and your Leica M9 18MP
You grab each natural image
and then rearrange reality with
your precious, perversely persuasive, periscopic Photoshop technique.
poetic liberty has leased you a license to assassinate,
humiliate,
decimate,
invalidate,
severely lambaste,
and mockingly castrate
everything that I identify as me.
literary freedom allows you to liberally fabricate,
mutilate,
denigrate,
incriminate,
scathingly castigate,
and maliciously urinate
on what others think of me.
To my face you are kind beyond selflessness,
but on your online beat,
your anonymous malevolence
sets you apart
from all the others
that have ever wanted
to write me up,
put me down,
and publish me out.
— Zumwalt (2011) (used by permission from zumpoems.com)
Categories:
periscopic, anxiety, bullying, conflict, hate,
Form: Free verse
It seems
no matter the topic
Love's always
periscopic
pushing its little pink
nose
into a heart
purring its way
onto the surface
like sunlight nudging
a tropical sea
on the morning rise
Be them truth
or be them
momentary lies
love is a garden
of starry sighs
how we navigate
our dark
feeling chased
by a glare of day
Categories:
periscopic, love, night, passion, relationship,
Form: Free verse
poetics be as from
a poe-attic view
as if...
a periscopic mind
be in charge
of a...
sub mission to
observe all round
then launch...
from one imagination
to another image-nation
poetics...
of a sub-misson
effecting a noticable as
right writ..
stan
Categories:
periscopic, adventure, allegory, image,
Form: Free verse
It is not much to be envied.
this business of ignoring now.
What misplaced concept of nobility
could mortify a self
and thus attain largesse, of sacrifice?
--all time assigned
to glean leftover thought
is wasted as a lost forever.
Here is the Olympic yielded moment!
--and golden posted rainbows fade before it.
Alas, the moment makes for choices, while
a wish may have its non-reality,
a pitiable portion of a soul
behind a darkened mirror
scraping bits of self that dried
in winds from yesterday.
And so to build a fortress for a dream
boldly gazing forth in periscopic purpose
now secure,
for pondering is safely tucked away outside
among the sleeping lions,
and inspiration far beyond the pale.
No...no need for dreaming,
only stroking...
Even restlessness is tired.
So very...tired.
~
Categories:
periscopic, time,
Form: Free verse
I was thinking of the soul
that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place
where-in the mossy ground of a sacred forest,
a portal existed, below the quadrivail
of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by many ages-
the periscopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of
the most, unbelievable blue.
Precious, orange zircons formed the floor
ligures for holy men’s robes
a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
knowable, only by divine revelations.
And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.
For Shadow’s Word Challenge
Categories:
periscopic, faith, mystery, nature,
Form: Free verse