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I’m disabled by more than blindness. Writing: Like one of those adventure games where you go off questing in different directions but you don’t advance in life. Pretty medallions sought for words/my soul, slow burnt. Full of misdirects, right back at the start, but still quest with thirst. Life of turmoil produces stuff like this. Not going to call it beautiful agony…it gets a bit uglier. Minced words too pungent. If they take time to notice, must be doing something right. scripturam in hoc non mutamus, quia stultus es et differentiam nescies. (hic) The beautiful mess you made: I had a lover's quarrel with the world - Robert Frost | I'm sorry you got caught in the middle. - me Neurodivergent poet seeks love without that fart in the room between us. Honesty without mincing words has come with a price for those juggling the hot my takes on what’s ‘truth’ (here’s some oven mitts). Best to stay clear of those surrounded by moat rules. Real dialogue is accepted. Wasn’t as open at first about recent diagnosis on spectrum with ADHD (complicated by PTSD, life of brain traumas). Been suggested by doctors of late I might want another brain scan (since 12/4/17…blogged). This poet’s words collect, arrange on a kaleidoscope spectrum. The experience of discovery through writing is the truest reward that has allowed me to grow and learn who/what I am — what other people get naturally, immediately, while I stomp around in it. Been blessed, but pushing it — envelope, world and all inhabitants away. Push buttons, find boundaries to trip traps. No clue why cat curiosity, living in your dark. (Bored, perhaps?) Now and then, push dirt out of this hole; someone/thing/entity might envision me how I need to be viewed (if I knew what that was). Cryptic, yes. Try living in my dark, find comfort amid strange, virtual, wonderful walls that tower above, tempt me to scale. Been more than I could imagine or expect here. But, achievements aren’t going on a LinkedIn wall  . I dig deeper than I should, often without forethought. Aimless words, brave or veiled cowardice, flinchingly flung, inadvertently hit targets? Get a ‘back off’ shoulder shot when asking your motivations here. Not fair?No prize to eye; not incentivized. Dealt the worst two cards before the flop, do best with what’s in hand. My Pluggers: You are an icon here.  You suffer, but you suffer brilliantly. Wow, what a great writer.  It’s like plugging myself, but using other people’s (reviewers) words…Review of "Poetic Referendum(s) On Life"  Your poetic muse is on fire!  Some great emotion, well-balance(d), lovely lyrical qualities -- even the ones that were written out of sadness or anger came through in a clever cadence…It's obvious you've put a lot of work into each entry and the totality of the blog has eye appeal.  Published four times with one a literary journal, including…  "The Tender Core (Sedona)"  I don’t submit because it’s too much work. Truly alone, know no one cares to show they believe/support me. Lip service feeds delusion. I’ve seen a lot of smoldering and snow. Try not be cynical, work hard at openness and consideration — work, sooo…gut thing.   ![Merit Badge in Taboo Words
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Thanks you for supporting the [Link To Item #power] with an order to the [Link To Item #powergifts] ! We appreciate it. *^*Heartv*^* Keep writing the beautiful poetry. [Link to Book Entry #1027659] is an awesome poem! *^*Starv*^* ~Lornda](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/type-Poetry-2180.gif)  August 28, 2006 this blog opened ▼
No specific aim going forward (2014) ▼  Now: I was such a whore.  This is old….What? Oh, this? A rhetorical, self-motivational speech I'm working on. Don't just read the parts to construct your theory, as if to confirm (construed out of context) your opinion, mentally-stunted Neanderthal. Therapist wants me to be less negative toward myself. I see it as attacking, rather than being defensive. Fear I will chomp too many bullets unintentionally sent toward the unsuspecting. If you can be triggered for stupid reasons, then I? …just looked like me rolling around on the floor with myself.    What Was NEW Who am I, you ask? My mirror knows that question, repeated daily. Just trying to create a little buzz, not boost my ego.  #amwriting #poetry #blog #contest #freeverse #award #bestpoetry #freyaridings #lyrics #music #video #YouTube Can you believe it took this long for someone to put a quarter in me and push the button GET ANGRY? Mud 4 My Eye:  Is that you, Poo? 💩 Secret Back Door ▼ |
| Actors like to pronounce their Gs at the end of words-sah They pronounce them so hard-dah they sound like a lilting syllabah-lahs I’m gonna need you to try that again. Sylla-bubbles Again? Sylla-buses One more time! Keep it rollin’. Sylla-bulls Print it! No-ah Yes-sah, and don’t call me Noah. Now, you gotta hit it hard … Like we rehearsed … Take, in 5 4 3 2 … Your socks are swing-ging sing-gles. They don’t seem to want to ming-gle. Your laundry basket should be a mag-gnet. The dryer trap is your only drag-gnet. Cut! That’s a wrap! 9.4.22 Unless uncommon mates scrubbed in the tub clung where they hung with a casual tee, you see? geez-ah! I’ll allow it, my child. |
| Madness, let me be. This endlessness in reverie, veins seep sadness. Let me find some peace tonight. In a second, empty comfort, an angel. Sweet distraction twisting, escaping with you, maybe. That straight line keeps waiting — cold brings me to my knees. Fly away time; a chance break? Beautiful release in dark veins building. Easier in your arms this waiting. Hard to make okay the reason. In a second, feel good enough. Empty, this weightless time tonight — memory from that cold day. Tired, silent vultures everywhere. Fly away fear. The end I lack — find storm wreckage of my reverie. Believe me one last time, ok? Inglorious madness, let me be. 9.4.22 21 lines, free verse Daily Poem Use only words from song Angel by Sarah McLachlan Minimum 3 words per line Lyrics: Spend all your time waiting For that second chance For a break that would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps from my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort there So tired of the straight line And everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back And the storm keeps on twisting You keep on building the lie That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference Escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness Oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of an angel Fly away from here From this dark cold hotel room And the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage Of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here You're in the arms of the angel May you find some comfort here https://textinspector.com/workflow/ |
| I carry my lunch pail swing the clasp box in tow, know I carry you where I go My coffee warm as your heart vigor consumed on dirt at noon. Coming home soon. The clock crows in my heart. I’m coming home to you see cornbread consumed on checkered cloth — stirring our hearts with spoons. We canoodle in the aroma of a plank-board room — love hovers over our air. The clock sings soon, too. Last cup of strong Joe before rocks crushed and carried to quarry to collect carats for a ring banded so smooth. I carry my box home fast, lighter, longing your heart next to my heart — a soul of two. Up the cool porch I bound. Outstretched, I’m received above a firm clasp. I really carry you now. Soft in the parlor caress a prize. From my box a box I carried just for you, until this June. I crush rocks hard for you. Cradle a soft heart so tender. 9.2.22 31 lines Free Verse For The Daily Poem Sampling some alliteration, also assonance with some consonance not so cautiously but casually. |
| I live in a world unlike yours Sorry for the intrusion I’m a bit alien, don’t align… Though I’m trying to. Could you stay in one place long enough… You’re gone. Who was I talking to? I crawl back into this bell tower… Spin some gears, fidget… Trying to attune. Was that a perfect note? Loud enough for any other To see with ears… I belong here, too. 9.2.22 Spontaneous write to ‘Forgive Me’ Sorry by that over-apologetic singer, Tiffany Thurston. Pretty tune. |
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Rachel](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Shadows_=38_Light_II-1936078_14.gif) How did it get so late so soon? woke under an avalanche pouring down time on a well worn head, foggy life: inevitable waiting mysterious brown washing out ~~~ on a glass sea set on its side inside it’s shapely bubble . . .slipping through I lay at the bottom remember you on our beach fire glowing ~~~ warmth of two souls now darkness fading you woke before me now, no vigor left for deeper diving the last granule could fall into this anticipant void ~~~ i’m not ready but everything is wonderful if you’re asking how did it get so late so soon? we could tilt this bubble back I’d show you what we missed ~~~ read to you from my notebook wake slowly my love. 9.1.22 How many lines was that? 29 What the hell do you call that god-forsaken poetry style? free verse I did make a Nicholas Sparks reference, if ever so slightly. For 9/2/21 Daily Poem (no show) Brian is a legally blind individual on the spectrum (highly functioning, I swear: pending complete self-diagnosis) with ADHD, for reals. It makes remembering hard between vision loss and 10,000 thoughts and other triggers in your impulsive head all at once. Don’t worry. I’m under good supervision and medication. Beautiful mind - commence shut down. Sorry, it takes awhile to shut this thing off. It could be all night, a week or month. By the way, I want to mention I’m using a tablet to write. This is the only portion where I used talk to text. By the way, if IQ were scored by an arcade game I’d have top score. Wrote to this (good background vibe for read): Personally, I feel I’m trapped in a bubble of time — lock into one memory and make it play out forever, nearing the end of the vinyl record. Our glass or snow globe, shaken. Forgot my glasses. Squint. Got ‘em now. Impulsive, forgetful. Squint. Went to make coffee before reading what was happening today on writing.com, before this poem created for contest. I look at the Keurig now on standby. Just imagine if I had had caffeine. |
| What you notice — Captured by BK Compton (poet, photographer of words) Your metallic, clunky cyclops, you place your ‘good eye’ near my window, never see my inner workings — a cavern below — but illumination of a scene captured, more pleasing. Pressing my trigger, in a flash, by impulse, quick-sketch all contained — darkness into light. On this thin film, spooled, frame by frame, a slow tugging war to get to the end. You only open my compartment to grab my work exposed. Empty. Used. But, for a brief moment… we were one. Now, I sit in this dark all alone.{/size:4} 8.30.22 |
| Honorable Mention (Stormy ‘loved this.’ Might have been an exclamation point in there…) i don’t forget like an elephant. seasons of regret slow send my palm leaf manuscripts whirling, weaving through the fading umbrellas, searching earth, decomposition in my unguarded soul. i am thinning, too. it pours down on my gray head, falls faster than a heart beating. yet, unable to conceive: why am I so dry? landslide of memories, tides wash out to gold horizon, i suppose. i have not spied her. the only flame, doused: light of my torch woman. is she gray, too? somewhere across this dark shore where i’m anchored? steadfast is a worn word. life: inevitable waiting while mysterious sand slips through a shapely time glass. it lays now at the bottom. no vigor left for diving, as the last granule could fall soon in this void — i’m not ready. 8.18.22 32 lines, free verse Prompt Words — hence color: heart weaving tides pours seasons life landslide human (can be man, woman, child) |
| The harder you try to figure it out, the further you get from the truth. #resolution |
Glowing, glimpsed… swaying in a breeze, lone buttercup. Your lengthy neck angles, flat-cropped, yellow top dares rival a blue sky, that when black, raged, poured down on your flimsy head — sent low amid sparse weed that hard - fought gravel, clasping an Angel nourished. Your golden coat shook glad dust … upon them. As a brood, coexist, nestle on a solemn, jagged road — once bent unending past wheat, corn and potato. Now, just as neglected. Indistinguishable lines fade, tar slow collapses from her intense glare, left spider-cracked, craggy — not like a flimsy flower seasons saturate, sun - anointed, glowing, glimpsed… by me. ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ ~~ L ~~ o ~~ v ~~ e ``~~’ ``~~’’ ``~~” ‘’~~’” 7.27.22 8.14.22 edit, formatted for Shadows and Light mid July/August contest  ![Merit Badge in Shadows and Light
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Congratulations on coming third in [Link To Item #shadows] with your absolutely beautiful poem, [Link to Book Entry #1035766].
This really is so clever and so pretty, and it has to be my favourite title of any poem I've read in a long time.
Rachel](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Shadows_and_Light-1936078_14.gif) Idea that we are beautiful and remarkably outlast some of a dying world? I aspire as a buttercup, or as the weed? |
I’ll keep digging for obscure music… |
| To the poet within the reader: I can’t define the impulse until words attempted put to it. Sometimes, it’s the whole of my life — gut reactions, feelings emotional with color longing to be painted in words. And even when finished, feelings faded, words linger empty, aimless, as I stare at the dry wall of myself. A Painting Hangs Somewhere probably hangs an inviting painting of an unpurposed, rustic chair. In a sturdy Adirondack begging a friend, frequent a call from the secluded lawn along that saggy, gray fence. Irises purple decadence, mere glimpsed, truly missed, enmeshed by weeds and invading ground cover that crept, snake as replicate green in the bare, weaved. Escape could frame my sweaty ass to hard surface, leaned back as invitation to view bobbing, waving pine limbs. I could see myself there, not a care, clutching clear-beaded, brown glass; sample amber, light. A breeze might brush my chin, skin bared, tousle hydrangea heads slow-lifting from low after a night gushed, glistening a radiant, returning scene a sneaky sun could spy. I could pull off worn high tops that miss hardwood of yore, peel socks like foot-shaped stickers, toe the thick patch sheltered by crotchety crabs; white blossoms long since blended, bled for her. Yup, it’s out the window and I’m alone in here. I could be care free, if I had a moment to share... 7.17.22 |
| I hear from the porch, you in the parlor; intent, locks lean in, weight depresses dusted-off ivory. Only once had I heard the bench groan Its stubborn disdain. The hall released doves so sweet, hovered a human ear in humid seat, sucked denim unsealed to envision you there, lost in despair. Honey, you’re so far away, enmeshed behind a Pacific screen, hopeless. If I council, share that music bench, we could quench notes deep-stuck, catch in my throat — your vocal vibrations entreat. You to one half, hit the high notes, where I climb — our fingers at apex meet. With my tender sole, brush your lovely feet, sending brass levers to board complete. Amber tresses soft, replete, when I turn to the parlor deep, far as it will go, before eyes freeze, cover as flakes of coming snow. It’s whiter weather here my dear — time to go. Voice like lemonade, savory, soothing tea. I embrace your lyrics, longing like memory until dawn. Crystal blues ice a wide pond. Though a heart weeps, in my chest tender, firm those waves roll on, dreamt ever-tide on my shore, before humidity lifts to find you at my door, once again. From a porch sweet, so complete, when you drag those legs over bare wood — love all the more, steeped in your song. 7.13.22 7.24.22 revised To F.R.’s “Why Do I Do This?” maybe, 40 entries further down this blog. Half from the song, the rest echoes in my mind as words writ down. |
| Daily Listening Before eyes open, I close tighter, hold on harder. Just one glimpse at just the right moment sends me on my way. Have to be open to it, wherever, The day Mirrors reflect my eyes, redder or white, contrast blue, deepening hue. Sunlight bright could dive into you, on brown-gold grain. Glint crush sinks deep beneath our summer weight. Decisions were made, as perpetual mornings remind. When lids unseal, I have to be open to it, cast away fright of another night endured alone. Too much fabric gathers from fists clenched tight. Questions of 'where were you' echo from a fool. I’d be happy to see you remove those heels at the threshold. But I wasn’t open to it, before pavement echoed final regret. A fool clears orbs, shutters with too much might, windows clasp tight. This room dries remaining sight. I should've been open to it, let the shower cleanse a scent down drain to heaven or hell? I can be open to it, if given enough time, wash pain from memory sublime. For now, rock in this corner, stare at shadows slow motion. Thick drapes go to work until night arrives, anew, like hope. 7.12.22 10.5.22 edited, maybe too much. We'll see When I reread this now I’m reminded of how one word inspires another word as the poem builds, continuing downstream a page. I’m reminded that I have to keep my eyes on the intended destination, but be open to any insight revealing along the way, because they can inform even more than just the initial impulse to write a thing down. For all I know, some part of my subconscious tries to be heard in this poetic forum, yearning to be beautiful, worthy of love, validation. With fullest meaning properly projected, perhaps consumable, accessible to someone else who can relate, a connection forms that I cannot get in personally, but hopefully in a blog life. |
| In my mind I’m building scaffolding on top of scaffolding on top of scaffolding, rising higher. So high, I don’t dare look down. Where is all this material coming from? How far have I over-reached? What is the true purpose of scaffolding? I have to think. I find I can’t control impulse to build this rising staircase to nowhere, as if it had purpose, leads me to wonder what I can’t escape while purposed to this rickety outcrop, as if chair back top to chair back top perilously climbed, but calm, safe in my contrived, virtual haven. It will collapse. Yes, but before it goes down, someone please notice mastery so futile, possibly artless, so I can disassemble? Do I hear response? What? You’re faint, far away. I’ve reached summit, realize the sky is my closest friend - ground my enemy. Perhaps, this is the point of no return. 7.11.22 10.5.22 edit 28 lines, free verse These artificial constructs in my mind feel favorable over anything tangible in my life like a rejecting fire. Summit To Insanity? |
| The beautiful mind isn’t constant, it’s motor fires, sparked unpredictably. They predictably test good engines, pour sugar down unguarded tanks, that digested eventually works through. When the blue gases fade, timing tuned, wheels tight, we roll, shift smooth, whip lane to lane through a slow moving heard, sleek streak a countryside growing wide as suns burn down on horizon after horizon, as if world spun by our axis, axle a tight treadmill. We burn our fuel. We park wherever we depend. You pick us up, take us home, tuck us in bed with our dreams floating above your head like little clouds, vapors so thin you don’t see, but inhale — glow from bright faces sensually inform cheeks, blush-red. Go ahead. I know you want to. Lay beside. We’ll dream the future, from past and present, together. One of us may weep tonight. 7.11.22 Idea behind metaphor may have gotten away from me a little…about relationship between neurotypicals and atypicals. |
| Unequipped to land, how will I soar, as you point to the sky? Dare I try? Fluffy clouds seem a welcoming landing spot. The higher I go, liberated I’ll be, separating from gravity? All alone, I’ll be. This makes me free? No coming home, if I can’t land. The sun stares down. Grounded. Maybe, another time. 7.7.22 |
| Snow packs tight beneath black tread of boots silent on solid ground, hiding mysteries lost since frost. Memory scrunched in passing nights, blanketed unending before spring erupts. Flat bodies rise, as small, green missile silos, spearing soft spaces receding. Greet my smile. Bright faith bathes a light jacket, reminds of eternal promise. Though, I still don’t know within renewal how to count off these thin seasons. Perhaps, I’ll watch from bay window tides of time flow before eyes blind, no longer yearn to see what I’m missing. 7.6.22 Turned this on late storms, plants battle back…but as humans we spoil away as we age, lacking purpose, renewal. https://earthsky.org/earth/how-plants-manage-season-shift-from-winter-to-spring/... Who knows how PJ Harvey fits in the mix… All will be reevaluated |
| When I was running through my neighborhood, PJs on, towel wrapped around neck, who did I think there was to save? No one. Just nine, a visionary empowered by Saturday morning cartoons, breakfast cereal and a dream to be a hero. I could. No one to look up to. Father paled, 2nd best — didn’t pat my head as he passed. Not typical sitcom dad, resented the notion, be sentimental, measure up to fiction consumed by a boy shining in cotton sleepwear.. Cap guns blazed, donning a plastic lid, loose tethered. Just a lonesome western icon, ma’am. Black masked, a shadow for sidekick. No one but a boy as his own hero, dined in her kitchen nook. With straw drawn, inhaled milk mixed with brown powder. Cheese slathered noodles sopped paper plates, downed with chunks of dogs. And, all the cookies I could eat like dreams. Sun set on those Saturdays, washed with hair wet (in flannel, again) on a clean, cement stoop. Crickets filled silence for me and no one. 7.1.22 Edited, another look later? 2-Time WDC Quill Winner: Best Poetry Collection, 2020 and 2021.    |
F.R., my twinnie, once said: “…being about this feeling when someone sees a side to you that you’re trying to hide. The parts of ourselves we don’t show…because we think they won’t accept us or love us for our darker side. And just the idea of when someone does see that side…that we try and hide, and does accept and loves us for them – it’s the most liberating feeling in the world. So I wanted to…capture that. That fear and excitement around that moment of thinking, ‘Maybe I can be like that, maybe someone can love me for it.’” As writer, me, I often feel who I am gets astray from who I really am in environments where I dwell and people get glimpses around this Loch Ness. Only when I write can I feel I will come into clearer view for those who’ll read and consider. Maybe, there’s more to me. There’s the risk I’ll fail at conveying, or being further misunderstood, but definitely pinned down as what I am, and still not worthy. I’ve learned to accept I don’t appeal to all, while I go on, trying. *picks up guitar* so, I wrote a little song…? It’s called, Read My Blog?? July 1 entry 7.5.22 added statement(s) |
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Thank you for sharing it! It's genius.