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Cari Rodriguez Poem
Disturbed enough
To dream of
Peace of mind
The rat race glitches
-You to grasp
And me to find-
Inhale, Gasp
You’re swallowing the rasp
Of this universal glide
Survive
It’s something in your clutch
Hued and less imbued
With or without
Rust
Growing in your clasp,
Threatening the mold
Dis s o l v e
When you think you have a hold
Frail, untangling vines
Soar, just in your mind
Where there’s never nothing more
Than this
7/8/2021
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And the rain is playing tricks
With the tricks the neighbors squish
Across the deck, up above
My door, can’t really see ‘um
Some joke it is, think it’s mine
but I don’t know the punchline
And the rain is playing tricks
7/6/2021
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I’m code-switching
On a stim
Teeth, lips
Rubbing at the brim
Austistic
Artistic
Linguistic
I’m standing on a whim
Rope in the wind
Punished
By misunderstandings
Or landings
Failed
While leveling the trim
7/9/2021
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It's easier to pretend it isn't true
And by a creator
All of life
Around us
Doesn't suffer
Not for our enjoyment
Not for our survival
Not for death
Ours
Theirs
Not for everything
They do, we
We are
The creatures
Us
7/8/2021
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Over, once lacey, denim skies
Prisms catch me
In the symmetry of your eye
The transcendental curve
Isn't going to let me hide
In these waves, so high
We couldn't stifle their collapse
Is there something left to grasp?
Because I'm ripping at the edges
Only sucking up the gaps
I need these loops
To follow through
But Mobius is grinning
And I'm just spinning
Flicking, spitting
Seeking, sick for something new
Or for ripening the brew
The dam stacking itself
Is in the corner of the room
Here I am
Right in front of you
With my cactus feet, clenching teeth
Under roses undisguised
Eyes that scream
Too easily see
All the disconnected lines
I will whisper here
'Till the ink is clear
In the synapse
Between yours and mine
8/4/'21
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Don’t let me lose myself again
The violence feasts, as it tears in
A feeling worse than horror
Swallows
But tries, there is nothing there
Hollow
The itch follows
Without catalyst
Thoughts underneath paranoia
Gobble
And gobble
The magma rises beneath
As my bearings wobble
A realization of death
Without the threat
If I could trust myself
Let go of the net
Now God descends into the pit
I reach, my arms no longer exist
Dispatch to find an alternate
Begins, without any lead
After 48 hours pass
The fruit mutates
No longer yields its seed
But the monster has to eat
I dangle, I lose my feet
Squirm as I listen close
My eyes have tremors
And my nose is stuffed with smoke
Wind barrels from the West
Inhaled, lungs only can choke
And choke
Heart, alone to fight
Or die under the weight of note
Could I keep God from the fire
By cradle of mind, by tote?
The monster nibbles its teeth
Sinking my only boat
Just one last hold
To freeze all that lies below
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What's forever but never
Any urgency
Nor importance
Or any reason to rejoice
If we're always making noise
What's forever, never
Yours, mine
As we're everywhere in time
Forever, never
Blind
Knowing all we've left behind
Knowing everyone is fine
Just fine
As every breaking point unwinds
And the rolling never stops
Sisyphus
Unspotted at the top
Never hanging up the mop
Nor setting down the ball
That'll bounce and bounce
In a dizzying account
Of the stretching of the hall
The ripping of space
In it's expansion within
Its surely limited brace
Forever, never
Lie
For a question so unkind
To beg the breaking of a mind
That cannot barely grasp
The concept
Of forever
Unless we're in it
All of us, together
July 27, 2021
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Tonight I feel like foreign waste
In spoken words that I can’t taste
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Sit still, XXri Brook
Dimples, smile, light
Too much for the heavy flight
Of a daydream, happening
Across from my mother’s anxious look
Is my reason in a book?
Maybe another book
Buried in my room
Me, no doors, nor nook
Dimples overstretched, still deep
I hide beneath a sheet
'Till the sun comes back
I’m counting down from 3
But by 1, they turn to holes
No dimples in the mould
Of the shelter from this tree
Overgrown, still underfed
My father decomposes beneath
Scratching me down
Where I break reality
The garden will pull me back
And I know it isn’t far
But backwards rolls between
As I’m running towards a sun
No one else can see
7/7/2021
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“Don’t wake up the dog,” she cries
We were born from his dream
And it keeps us alive
As she stays in a wake
Sunset to sunrise
So we stay until he opens his eyes
But delirium lies
In the drugs that she breathes
And the blood she belies
Don’t wake up the dog, not just yet
Well so quiet, she tries
At least to know she’s not ready to die
Winter 2015
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