New Poem: This Extended Decay (Complete)

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(Since I’ve been unable to write for a few weeks or even participate in Open Link Night with dVerse Poets Pub, I decided to link this one even though I posted it earlier. )

I’ve been working on this piece, on and off, for several months. I think that it will never fully convey exactly what I hoped it would, nor will it be in the exact form I would desire. The emotions are still veiled behind rhyme. My initial thoughts about time will have to wait to come through in another piece somewhere down the road.

For now, I’m happy that I was able to write for the first time after several weeks of stress, chaos and displacement.

This Extended Decay
{In memory of my grandmother and our relationship that were sent adrift by delicate circumstances, and shortly after, Alzheimer’s Disease.}

You used to live on land with us
Every single day
You lived here, you loved us here
Never kept at bay

I wrapped my tiny arms ’round you
Knowing you were mine
Here on land to stay with me
Until the sun’s decline

Came one day I had to run
With aching heart in breast
I had to run away from you
My heart and mind distressed

I numbed them both with might and will
Carried myself away
I grit my teeth ‘n’ made brave face
From you ‘I HAD to stray’

Ages passed, twelve they were
Your life was almost through
I ran back to you without a thought
‘Twould only be “adieu”‘

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Your body shook as we looked on
Our hearts stood still as death
We waited for the end to come
Listened for your last breath

You used to live on land with us,
Until that very day
When you made your final journey
Began the drift away

I hoped the anchor of mem’ry
Would hold you in your place
Near the shore of our affections
Where we could see your face

We know you live somewhere out there
Without that anchor sure
It broke away with its frayed rope
Making us insecure

I don’t know when you will vanish
Just know that you’ll give way
Leaving me still without your love
Pondering this decay

Copyright © AKA 2013

New Post: The Peevish Poet Soliloquy

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I was listening to a lecture on creativity by John Cleese that is posted on Twitter this morning. I found it very inspiring and I agreed with all of his points.

I felt quite ready to get to writing some poetry….but I ran into some basic problems. This is not a poem, just the conversation I had with myself and the conclusion that I reached.

I can’t write with the door shut,
It’s too hot; I’ll suffocate.
“Then put on some shorts,”
I can’t write in shorts.
I just can’t.

I can’t write on my iPad,
I don’t want to “hunt and peck”.
“So use your laptop,”
It’s too heavy and it gets too hot.
I just can’t.

I can’t write in the bedroom,
My husband’s in there.
“So what?”
I don’t write with anyone else in the room.
I just can’t.

“So what do you want?”
I want an air conditioner in this room
I want a thin, light-weight, cool-running laptop
And I want to shut the door.
“So what are you going to do?”
Go make some hummus,
The chick peas are almost ready.

Have you ever felt this way? If so, what did you do about it?

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Love Is An Orchid Deep Within Creative Minds Out of Reach - A Poet in Permafrost

Love Is An Orchid
Deep Within Creative Minds
Out of Reach – A Poet in Permafrost

 

Click on the “Audio Excerpts” page to hear recordings of nine poems from three of my books.

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