Short Insensate Poems

A wooden pencil's made of lead
   A pen is filled with ink
These two insensate objects
   Spur my brain to think...

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In endless dark tunnel, 
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through 
insensate sensual strata. 

Visual surface of being sheared 
to shards by excruciating trauma, 
sinks to benumbed depth 
of tolerant unfeeling... 
        
seamless stillness.

__________

January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170...

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The hound has caught the hare;
the man, the fox
doves, long-flown.

Insensate fish float
on the surface of the lake
shimmering as the ripening rays
of dawn's early sun slide
effortlessly 
between the sinking morning mist
and the evaporation
of last eve's darkened frost.

In the misty distance
two swans, 
entwined necks locked
in imperishable embrace
savor
the calm, the warmth,
the rapturous silence.

All that is left....

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I am full
Of emptiness
I long for longing
Crave contentment

The insensate pain
Of intangible touch
Indecipherable ciphers
Choreographed madness

Craggy comfort
Of blunt condolence
The decorum of anarchy
Deserted crowds, social solitude
Miles given to intercept steps

At the dawn of abundance
I see only
bones of ghosts 
Whose meager admonishment
I forgot to unlearn

Unredeemed
And unrepentant
I am in love
With loneliness.

9/20/19...

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Rehearsed words tumble from his tongue
capable of vaporizing
feelings; then with his briefest smile
becomes the redresser once more
leaving the object of his words
emotionally traumatized:
Mind raping at its finest form;
Cold-bloodedness runs through his veins
colder than any ectotherm;
Temperament worse than the worst
lacking the slightest compunction;
More like reptilian than human
this controlling creature thriven
on human mental frailties....

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