Along The Breaking Point

This tether will not lead me to anything,

least of all you.

But still I keep it clasped

between rope burnt palms

unsure of the slack

where once there was a taut pull,

desperate and pleading,

but slowly fraying

in the places I chose not to look.

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With the Daily Prompt no longer running I’m looking for some new places to hunt for inspiration. Does anyone have any recommendations for poetry prompts/link ups that take place during the week?

 

He Sailed In On The Wrong Tide

You arrived too early,

at the point when my heart

could only shudder not flutter.

So unused to feeling anything

besides the grinding of pieces

forcing themselves to fit

into places grown too small.

 

Instead of heat pooling somewhere deep

there was fire along my hairline

inside the back of my skull,

with some primordial lesson still drumming

in the shadows of my DNA.

 

 

A tempo of hammering,

lungs creasing and collapsing

feet turned to lead still beating

with the panic of my pulse

as I let the miles run out of count

beneath me.

 

Catching my breath was a year long exericse

which when marked

only came up with a half score

of ‘could do better if she applied herself’

and ‘doesn’t seem to really understand

the subject matter discussed.’


Daily Post: Premature

Toxic

Despite the warning signs

I pressed myself against your skin,

let the acid burn away my fingerprints

until only teeth were left

to identify the body by.

 

You were poison and venom,

though it’s unclear how

the first dose was administered.

If you closed your mouth

around my throat

or if I sank my fangs into you.

 

What doesn’t kill you

can make you stronger.

Or shift the basis of your DNA

until the mutations

become the building block

of something new and half done.

 

When I recognized us

for the first time

I didn’t know my own face.

Something that toxic

could never be real.


Daily Prompt: Toxic

Behind The Velvet Curtain

I knew we were wrong when the doors closed on an empty theatre

and every mistake I’d ever made

came up in black and white on the screen behind you.

 

Power-point has its uses.

Explaining how to make someone more lovable

is not one.

 


Daily Post: Lecture

Noise

There are days where parakeets won’t stop squawking,

monkeys are rattling cage bars like tambourines,

chatter and laughter from hyenas is overflowing,

elephants have expanded from trumpets to brass bands,

pythons pay xylophone across giraffe necks,

riverdance is hammered out by gazelle,

hippos have taken up a baseline that’s rattling my bones

while lions sing tenor like a welsh church choir

and all at once sound becomes this physical thing

battering me in submission.

This zoo inside my head doesn’t know silence,

it doesn’t even know quiet or tempered or hushed,

all it knows is the racket

threatening my eardrums from the inside.

The one that won’t stop despite my screaming

despite my pleading.

It doesn’t understand that all I want

is for it to stop.


Written For The Daily Prompt: Zoo