I bumped my head
I spin in semi-conscious state
hours advance imperceptibly,
and weightily, like glaciers.
The ceeling-fan continued
with its endless litany
thunk, thunk, thunk...
A rationalization struck a chord in my mind...
Why am I here ?
In my jammies ?
When can I go home ?
how will I get there ?.
my home carer found me,
on my kitchen floor,
I was unconscious,
and taken to hospital.
NB: close wall-cupboard doors !
I could have died that night, had my carer not found me.
Elizabeth alexander 16/1/2016
Categories:
weightily, confusion, truth,
Form: Free verse
If we are a breed of beings,
Species of like doings-
In the Milky Way
Why not be that today?
Have I turn a bat
Lost my light of the frat
Or a Braconid
To my kind?
Why the abrupt repellency
To the unfolding literacy
How will I feed my stance
Upon the extinct of other hands?
Why the weighed loathsome
The infinite gruesome
Of my phylum-
Within my kingdom?
What's with the conscription,
The circumscprition-
Of liberty
Stamping it in entirety?
What's with the thirst of a fuehrer,
The ***** conceit of the other-
To weightily parti pris
And indulge in an hostility spree?
Can I not be mindful of the Scythrops,
Make of their trait crops,
That will acculturate
Rather than berate?
Can I not be for the domain,
My essence extended to the terrain,
Express compassion without pain
And adore for no gain?
Instead, I lushed
To hike mass agitative state,
That deludes the mind
Of my kind-
To prey on their own.
Categories:
weightily, bullying, conflict, confusion, violence,
Form: Rhyme
Who now looks after those
whose bones are gnawed on by the Jackal?
Whose burdens have dragged them
to the depths
of the ocean of sadness in their hearts?
The world asks: How much?
How many?
How pretty?
How worth it?
Each question a lode stone
made of gross diamond and death granite.
None are scarless
and most have open sores that ooze failure
Tears-invisible trace the word 'Lost' on one cheek
and 'Done' on the other
This world of grief
trapped orbiting
around the heart of the black universe within chests,
leaving the question: why?
Why did he die?
Why did she leave?
Why am I alone?
Why...why?
Fallen
yet not forgotten
as we cry out on our knees:
You.
Now.
Please?
She asks:
Who's hungry?
Who's thirsty?
Who feels worthless?
Each word that flows from ageless lips
a kiss in the dark
and a melody in the silence.
Healing rises in her wings
as we are invited to soar as eagles beneath
'There is hope' She whispers weightily into the vacuum.
'There is hope' and it rises in my nostrils as a whiff of courage.
'There is hope' and I see it as a glint of the sun rising upon the horizon.
'There is hope' and I taste it as a victorious brew on my lips.
Categories:
weightily, allegory, angst, death, depression,
Form: Free verse