random poems from my brain

Poetry: words set to the music of a soul

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The proverbial canaries in the societal coal mine are dying and the world is celebrating their silence

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Sirens

The world crumbles

Like a building on fire

Violence so silent

In the cracking of beams

And someone stills calls

For those trapped in side

And someone still answers

As the world watches on

Though some turn away

Sirens still roar in defiance

And we stop

At their sound

And we watch

While they come into view

And we wait

Silently

As they pass us in the night

And we pray they make it

Pleading beyond our waking thoughts

That these are sirens are for others

And ours are safe and whole

[yakultstan]

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In Pursuit of Power

As children seek to learn about the world around them

They are punished for their beauty

Ugly, bruised, black and blue spots cover their soul

Tinged bitter yellow of perpetual healing

Fragile yellow petals battered and abused

Until they turn silver and learn to float away

Beautiful flowers deemed weeds

Grow from the barren ground

Leaving marigolds to rot unsprouted

Like the little black child left unwanted

They both die silently in the earth that should have nurtured them

And false blame is laid on the earth

You trampled on her

To avoid attacking the planter

Your helpless anger sought a target more yielding

To take its blows

Else they turn inward

To shatter your defense

Stripping beauty from her blackness

To decorate your ego

Leaving a child

To pick up her tattered pieces

Leaving naught but the sky

To color her eyes

In a world so unyielding in its desire

To match the clouds

Rather than the earth

Parents raise their children to fly higher

They are not allowed

To embrace the color of their birth

[eternal-liness]

Do you ever feel absent but like from your own life????? Like it feels like every day is here, and you’re fucking missing it.

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Automaton

I fear my soul has moved on And left this body deathless A living facsimile Of who I am Or what I was Though to most a masterful forgery Scrutiny reveals the cracks The missing pieces The almost theres and not quite rights The void beneath the surface of intelligence The listless heart beating dispassionately Hollow in every sense of the word Clanking through the day Consuming every song and story To see if anything Will beckon my soul home

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Prescience Pretermit

Nostalgia is the thief Doomed to follow Orpheus’ path A trail worn in time itself Amid hollow memories Young wishes unfulfilled The silence grows untended And swallows the joy with the pain Indiscriminate in its hunger Leaving not a tear behind

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Nascence

It calls from the other side Yearning to take shape To be freed from the shapeless Before To be proof A memento A mark on history Screaming to the great beyond We are here I was here I mattered We matter The birth of a thought Echoed Screams of joy Encompassed in silence Because it exists We exist It is loved because We love And It all starts with the voice From before the beginning Begging to join the chorus of now

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I just remembered that I am allowed to do what I want on my blog, so here is the info dump on my series of numbered waka poems.

They are inspired by Japanese court poetry from the Heian era that I studied in a university class. They follow a strict 5-7-5-7-7 syllabic structure with no rhyming scheme and a heavy focus on imagery.

The poems are meant to be read as a collection as they tell a story that can be followed in a circle by starting with any one of the poems and reading the rest in order, with the first following the eighth. When read in order, they use imagery to explore the cyclical nature of relationships and the effect on those involved, with the narrator becoming increasingly detached in the later poems.

With all that said, here is the collection as a whole and I would love to hear how others interpret them!

1.

Winter melts away

as I take your hands in mine

fluttering petals

settled in your raven hair

herald the return of spring.

2.

Warmth of the sun’s rays

breathe new life into the world,

seducing the young

buds to adorn bare branches

in leaves of sultry green hue.

3.

The vibrant young leaves

are lined by the reflection

of the white silver

snow on the mountains, silent

parting gift of winter’s cold.

4.

In fields of green and

gold, the humble dandelion

raises its yellow

head in worship of the sun

before joining the white clouds.

5.

Kittens chasing the

butterfly, sunlit bodies

in rustling grass

quietly observed by their

mother basking in the sun.

6.

The sun delays her

rest, warming the windless air

as sleepless souls lay

awaiting the return of

the silent moon’s cool embrace.

7.

The air bites with cold

a spiteful lover now scorned

ignites the vibrant

leaves, reminders of summer

love burning the branches red.

8.

White flecks of silence

Filter from the sky, building

Into wide drifts of

Separation, highlighting

The nature of solitude.

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8.

White flecks of silence

Filter from the sky, building

Into wide drifts of

Separation, highlighting

The nature of solitude.

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7.

The air bites with cold

a spiteful lover now scorned

ignites the vibrant

leaves, reminders of summer

love burning the branches red.

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6.

The sun delays her

rest, warming the windless air

as sleepless souls lay

awaiting the return of

the silent moon’s cool embrace.

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5.

Kittens chasing the

butterfly, sunlit bodies

in rustling grass

quietly observed by their

mother basking in the sun.

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4.

In fields of green and

gold, the humble dandelion

raises its yellow

head in worship of the sun

before joining the white clouds.

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3.

The vibrant young leaves

are lined by the reflection

of the white silver

snow on the mountains, silent

parting gift of winter’s cold.

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2.

Warmth of the sun’s rays

breathe new life into the world,

seducing the young

buds to adorn bare branches

in leaves of sultry green hue.

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1.

Winter melts away

as I take your hands in mine

fluttering petals

settled in your raven hair

herald the return of spring.