Poetry In Motion

I am
sorry it just fell

off the edge

of the

plate in to

the Void

I guess that tells’

just how

My life is

Full and Messy

 

Some days are

HARD

Some

exhilarating

All

Ending

In Collapse

feelings

of

being

Spent

Worn out

YET…

Proud of

A

Good

Days work

 

Slowly

the worries

Come back into being

White fat worms  wriggling

through

Soft dark loam of earth

 

I try to ignore them

But their wiggling

an enticing dance

of light and dark

Smooth and Rough

 

I can’t look away

If I listen long enough

They Speak

 

small

Quiet voices

Telling things I know

Truths that sting

 

The trick is not to

Look too long

Never make

Eye contact

in the elevator

Kind of thing

 

I feed the monkey

a bone to gnaw

Sometimes it’s

Food

Others’

It’s the pen

 

Catching this dream

of Mundane life

as Poetry in Motion

 

 

 

 

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