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Thankful
Love. Leisure. Emptiness. Somber.
Yearning. Wishing things were different.
Hand in hand. Holding your heart
Close to me. Spite. Bitterness.
Laughing. Loneliness. But,
A balance comes with age, with wisdom.
Time helps you handle life’s ups and downs.
Real. Genuine. Grasping all the parts
That we experience. Biting a bit, giving.
Treasuring all of it. Allowing everything it’s place.
Accepting. Moving on. Wondering what will come next,
Enjoying the adventure, the unexpectedness of it all.
Making plans, then canceling them.
Changing your mind. Commitment.
Staying true to yourself. Hanging in there.
Being there. Helping. Doing your part.
Hoping. Dreaming. Staying. Sorting it out.
Loving life, no matter what happens.
It is all part of it. It wouldn’t be the same
Without every part. Thankful.
What Seems to Be
And there were little things, powerful things. Stop! Turn back! I scream, but there is no one to hear. No one left in this world who cares. It is the end, above and below. All things come to a stop. There is no air. Nothing moves at all. I don’t see any light, but neither is it dark. The world is a blank surface, empty, where there is nothing to do, nothing to be.
And then, just as sudden, all begins to be again. There is movement all around, scurrying. Across the surface, things cling, to anything, whatever is nearby. Can I exist again? Can I be? I want to feel the rhythm of life in my body. I concentrate now, focusing on my breathing. I feel the warmth in my chest, and the coldness of my feet. There is much movement: a squirrel climbs up a tree. A breeze pushes into my hair, gently swaying a few locks across my forehead. I think about the blood pulsing through my body. I want to say I am empty, but instead, I realize, I am full. I am content.
A few moments pass, and I just stand there. I look around. I am standing in my front yard. I must be weird. I am alone, except for God’s creatures, doing as they always do. I think about myself instead, which is my tendency. I am embarrassed. How long have I been standing out here? Have things happened as they seem, or was it all in my head? I look around again, gazing down the street. I see a neighbor, a few houses down, getting into their car. I wave, but he takes no notice, which is normal. Why do neighbors wave to each other, despite the fact that they have never spoken a word? I guess it makes us feel like we are giving something back, saying thanks for being there, thanks for never bothering me, thanks for being you. It all runs together. It is a seemless tapestry that has its own beauty, in its simplicity. Really, it doesn’t bother me. It is almost a comfort, staying in my own private space. I prefer to be in my own world, without interruption.
Now, to continue. How will I move on, now that the world has returned to me? So much has happened, and, yet, from the looks of it, nothing at all. It must have been an an illusion. Perhaps a better word is hallucination. Am I schizophrenic? I dismiss that possibility, for, at the least, it makes me uncomfortable. How many things passing through our minds each day do we dismiss for the benefit of our own comfort, our own convenience? So trivial, so irresponsible. I wonder.
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Unpoetry’s Possible Influences and Commonalities with Other Works of Art
I was looking at some stuff on Wikipedia and Google this evening in an effort to get a sense of what types of poetry or other writing, theatre or visual art might share some similar attributes to unpoetry and I found several different commonalities, many of which I had already come in contact with, but had just not crossed my mind. I also found a lot of bits and pieces, here and there, but no exact style or presentation that, as a whole, was like unpoetry, at least in its purest form.
Some of them were Ulysses, by James Joyce, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”, by T. S. Eliot, several works by Samuel Beckett, Swann’s Way, by Marcel Proust, several works by Virginia Woolf, poems by Pierre Reverdy, Ezra Pound, Wallace Stevens, parts of works by Shakespeare, automatic writing, stream of consciousness, surrealism, cubism, interior monologue, collage, Dada, absurdism, and many others.
What just about shocked me, was how it is possible that many of these works influenced me unconsciously, and how drastically unaware I have been about how I have assimilated all these influences, along with so many others, without even thinking about it. It’s like I have learned how to write from all these innovators, put all their styles into one big pot, mixed it all together, cooked it for a very long time, made a purée in a blender, then took out one spoonful, and that, my friend, is unpoetry! It is amazing and mysterious, how the mind works, really!
Dreaming of Simplicity
Morphing slightly
Into a butterfly.
The colors change
Into a beautiful creation.
I want to be that creature.
I want to change.
I want to be beautiful,
Happy with a raindrop
On a leaf.
Like a child,
Devoid of self-consciousness,
Wanting to play again,
Laugh loudly,
Run without care,
Giggle at everything,
Kick and bounce,
Enjoy a sprinkler in the front yard,
Or pretend.
Maybe when I’m older,
I won’t care what people think,
I will find my own way again
To be myself.
I will be able to have visions,
Enjoy the little things,
Relax without worry,
Not take myself too seriously.
Life is funny,
How we move in circles,
But there I go again.
Love, and a New Life
Love means
A new life
In the making,
A fresh start, with hope,
A dream.
Another chance
To make a difference.
A companion
In this journey
On our own narrow path
Of joy and sorrow.
I believe in God,
But I pray for more faith.
I’m always short
When the going gets rough.
Couldn’t we all
Use a little extra help
From an all powerful,
Infinite being?
I pray for protection.
I pray for grace,
And mercy, and forgiveness,
And God gives freely
When we ask him,
Out of an honest,
Pure heart,
Full of love and faith.
I do want
To be free
Of all that God despises,
But it seems it chases me,
Everywhere I go.
I want to escape
This broken world.
It seems so hard,
Sometimes.
One lovely day
It will happen,
I’m sure.
One day we will become
All of that which we dream.
Discovering the Beauty of Life
My soul lingers
On the beauty of life.
Other hearts beat
Inside my own.
Truth begins
In a conversation.
Love spreads
From their spirit
To mine.
Can I discover
The beautiful tapestry
That weaves us both together?
I want to know.
I need their truths.
I need a connection
To soothe my aching
Body and soul.
Let us begin
To recognize
There is much to be gained
In bridging the chasms
That are really illusions
Birthed by our fears.
We are only trying
To survive
Amidst the insanity
Of our childish monsters.
How we are treated
Does not determine
Our future life
Anymore than we allow,
For we decide
How much our nightmares
Grip us in their piercing claws.
It is our choice,
Whether or not
We embrace the salvation
All around us,
Filling our lungs
Full of crisp, clean air,
No more a prisoner
In the suffocating dungeons
That we create,
In the castles of fear,
Surrounded by walls of protection,
Isolated by moats of distance,
Guarded by sentries of delusion,
Defended by any means possible.
We must embrace
The wisdom before us,
If we want to discover
The beauty of life.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 