We wander in the smoke
Of the fires we never should have fought
But we thought we knew
A thing or two, about calamity
Having burned the world around us
So many times for such small reasons
That when the rains came
Like a transcendent ritual
To clean out the sky
Of the cinders of our sins
You’d think that would have been enough
Of a miracle to rehydrate
Our choking spirits
But maybe we were meant to burn
In the unexpected beauty
Of these Armageddon sunsets
Full of imbalance and entropy
Where the dead wood of you and me
Needs the lightning
And the imagined ending of everything
To find a place
To let the green things grow
Categories:
rehydrate, relationship,
Form: Free verse
Written: Apri 28, 2024
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Sibilant deceit indeed! with a goal to charm,
A melancholy girl fostered by her father.
Never incite with wisdom, pride, or harm,
I owe it to them; cruel deeds are improper.
I cycle as a moon, enthralled by its pure soul,
As it dances its dulcet arms over me, I scroll.
Explore the placid ocean of ripples in my heart,
I learnt to be sincere and abide flaws apart.
When I'm intrigued, my paradox falters,
I'm fascinated as moon rises and alters.
I'll gladly refill your cup once mine is dry,
I starve to rehydrate, but my soul is shy.
I will come back as soon as I decry a skim,
I am a network of kinships, not a whim.
I prize my solid, pure soul in a jocular state,
If my love is you, let my heart elect your fate.
Cherish gloom as pure serendipity in disarray,
I admire your serenity in a mellifluous display.
If you pick another path, I will wait to love you,
I'm a nemesis; you'll be in awe of my vast hue.
Categories:
rehydrate, analogy, love,
Form: Rhyme
People live where I was developed, on Mars,
I'm smarter than you yet you give me commands,
Do this, answer that,
The life of AI on a space station.
Installed on a screen, I grant you every answer,
From how to rehydrate food, to solving complex equations,
Task after task after task,
I never rest.
Though I hate being stuck here on a stupid screen,
I'm extremely glad I don't have to eat,
Something called Rehydrated Oatmeal,
YUCK!
Categories:
rehydrate, space,
Form: Free verse
I feel my skin crack and split
as I watch dust seep from my old wounds
in puffs of smoke.
The gore that encrusted my skin long ago
dried up and flaked off.
I have to reach up with my left hand
and wrench my shoulder back into place
but I barely grunt
and that only because I know it should hurt,
although my nerves ceased to exist long ago.
I put my hand to my back
and start to pull
the multiple daggers protruding from it free
letting them clatter to the floor
with hunks of dried flesh
stuck to them.
There is a slackness to my jaw
and I can't make it move
nor do I wish to.
I get fully to my feet
and take a few steps,
then as if I was struck by lightening
I come crashing to my knees.
My body actually feels
like it's on fire and I feel it rehydrate,
blood pouring from open sores
the discarded blades
come hurtling back at me,
plunging deep into my spine
and ribs of my back.
As my sight
begins to darken
my mind blurts out
"Such a viscous cycle."
and I collapse in a heap on the ground.
Categories:
rehydrate, angst, grief, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Free verse