He staggers,
where once he counted steps
he now counts unsteady footfalls.
Life has become a minor earthquake
an aftershock still trembling
at the core of a wincing mind.
Many years ago, auntie had a stroke,
she careened to a halt,
yet carried on, speaking from deep within
a drainpipe language.
He was doing well, it was just the shakes,
a hesitancy in his gait.
He stopped drinking,
stopped falling down self-made trapdoors,
grasped for firmer handholds.
However, he knew
that he was a paper straw
and it sucked.
Categories:
trapdoors, poetry,
Form: Free verse
When I think of sky
it is a study of shapes,
radiance with motion;
a lidless stadium for
wings and blissful soaring...
the mental athlete I am
some nature of me giving
all artful snapshots flight,
no ceilings to my heavens,
and trapdoors to all my
belows –
I like to think that nothing
is definite, all Time having
added space – all sentences
lavishly repealed by grace;
my affection for endlessly
happy endings – even wrecks
like me, God yet loving, putting
new heels and soles on my
wayward, panting soul,
out-pacing Him and now
needing blessed, merciful
mending....
Categories:
trapdoors, forgiveness, growth, humorous, inspirational,
Form: Prose Poetry
forthright don’t seem meandering paths ~ but they are known tried and tested
shortcuts and trapdoors are much more direct ~ but lives they have ingested
Categories:
trapdoors, allegory, life, meaningful,
Form: Monoku
Lines
Leads to a drifting mind
A mindful of memories of loving and hurt
Anguish inside bursting at the seams, can’t be revealed
Outside of my mind, sitting on top I wonder why
Returning inside like nothing before
Slipping past the trapdoors, the daggers and the pain
A mad house is inside my mind
Like a spider web I’m trapped in seeing the love
Blinded by the avoidance that was blatantly, mindfully put apon my mind
A hurtful soul in line
Drifting away from her soul
It’s the most damning loss of love
To avoidance attachment
Categories:
trapdoors, cry, heart, heartbroken, hurt,
Form: Free verse
Walls wash through as waves
imposing, interceding my thoughts.
Embodied in opaque transparent panes
maze shadows distract my steps.
Setting stone to mortar without end
walls rise as fast as they fall,
alleyways, ever changing, prowl my mind.
Indifferent to my purpose they shift
open and close my course at will.
Chaos ensues at imposed barriers,
mind in turmoil seeks trapdoors of escape.
Am I prisoner or refugee of four walls?
A new pathway opens unbidden
yet past matters lie unresolved.
By who’s design reign the opening
rising and falling of my mind walls?
Is it my choice after all to choose
or by unseen influence or force.
My thoughts are but gossamer dust in drift,
moats, floating through the walls of destiny.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
2/21/16
Categories:
trapdoors, introspection, poetry,
Form: Free verse