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A Sinking Bottle (She Explained, Softly) - A Poem by Paul Tristram - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

A Sinking Bottle (She Explained, Softly) – A Poem by Paul Tristram

I’m all cried out, one minute,
then waterfall full the next.
The Sun still shines…
but, it’s always somewhere else… yonder.
I hate that word ‘Yonder’
for you can walk all day and night,
until your weary, battered feet
blister and bleed
and you are never any closer to it.
I have great self control,
I will not succumb to the traps
of ‘Covetousness’ nor ‘Envy’
but, ‘Yearning’ masters me truly.
The ‘Feeling’ started
like a Pebble being dropped into a Well.
A falling sensation, giddying at first,
then later… quite sickening.
The Well eventually changed,
reformed into a tumultuous Ocean.
The Pebble an uncorked Bottle,
slave to all external currents
and full up to the very brim
with the ‘Thing’ which is forever
dragging and pulling it downwards.

More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

The Art of Drowning | Judy Moskowitz - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Art of Drowning | Judy Moskowitz

I was simply passing through
A small group under
A crescent moon
Faces contorted
Bodies abused
Diving into their garbage
Living in waste
Dancing to self inflicted
Wounds
I wanted to throw them
A line
Something to hang onto
A painless tomorrow
A hot cup of coffee
Perfectly brewed
A belly full of potential
They were hungry
For something else
The art of drowning

Hair Bands | Riley Coffey - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Hair Bands | Riley Coffey

My mother’s love
of hair bands
decorates my life now
decorated my locker
in high school
just like hers
decorated my room
just like hers
small connections
between us two.

Picture Frames | Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Picture Frames | Ananya S. Guha

It wasn’t a surprise
your decadence, we have only time to forget, and those bottled up
woes.
So when you left I had only
picture frames, to stare at, and the spider on the wall. So come back
with your mangy coat of love.

Unbirthday | Stan Morrison - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Unbirthday | Stan Morrison

There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes

Departure | Ananya S. Guha - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Departure | Ananya S. Guha

Composite reality
the world is a surprise,
birds laugh, clatter, chatter
me, incognito, listen to such
surprises. Elements of happening gather for another world. The world is an animal four legged, slowly dying, only the hearse is ready — for departure.

Epidemic of Cats | Sawyer Carpenter - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

Epidemic of Cats | Sawyer Carpenter

A series of siren
feline yowls wake me
like an accident dream,
like the imagined sound
of a scream,
I look out at the window
at a blank canvas night
neighborhood,
then again and two lights
are on,
an epidemic of cats,
fighting, spreading
mange, making
mewing generations.

The Sword Of Lucretia - A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne - Appreciate Language and Form through the Best Contemporary Poetry

The Sword Of Lucretia – A Poem by Richard William Kirkpatrick-Thorne

Eventually…

The Lost Horizon’s DownSide Be Righted UpWards,
From The Howling GraveYards Of Rusting Ships And DriftWood,
A Solitude Amongst Rats To Be In The Short End For Hustlers,
No Acquiescence To Complete A Swim To Rapture’s Perturbation,
Only Phantom’d Approach From The Angle Of Decay,
As Survivors Excavate From Memory To Scavenge And ReScavenge,
From The Belly Of A Common Wealth…

Under Sand… To UnderStand…


And… To Cross Their Hearts,
Hopeing For The Die To Roll Face-Up On Tales,
As Coins Be As Dice… The Minutes To The Hours Be Flattened,
Laid Easy To Bury… By Last Rites Of Passage Spoken,
Where Cupping To The Heart Be Not A Matter Of Simple Chance,
No…

To Silence The Mouth,
The Fadeing Of The Killing Blow,
Softened By The Naked Breast…

Yes…

That Naked Truth,
See How It Engorges UpOn A Life To Bleed,
As It Feeds To The Broken To Patch Over Chasms,
Rowing The EyeLid To Stutter,
For Milk To Sculpt A Bite…

Saliva And Tears Switching To Drip,
To Eat AWay At Sight…
..
And Absorb InTo AbSoluteion,
All Taste To Haste Not The UnBridled Spine…

From Future…

And Fury.

More at http://rwkt.blogspot.ca.

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