Wrightings

  Does it hurt?  In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor. Atrophy has taken the bloom  Hold her close until it hurts Realize the body is not yours. I am found dead as dead can be. Upon a recent visit to the house where once I resided I was startled! I saw sadness I did not bring comfort I was afraid of causing pain exhausted final breaths change tones Pain pierces my heart with love I leave hurt by love I have no interest in apathy The pangs came in waves Coaxes me into the realm of Idiocracy The reason the blood loss Slightly redder than sweet tea A reason of resolution The pink sky now dark denim, I click on my headlight Life is too short Focus on Clock It’s been a minute The masks have been lowered Hard work and lots of luck Each summer the echoes of the previous are brought to life.

  This poem was one of the featured concrete poems for April 29, 2022 NPoWriMo   https://www.napowrimo.net/

  No marriage contract is made without a quarrel. ~ Hebrew Proverb Source: https://proverbicals.com/marriage-proverbs “Then, I just need to leave.  If we can’t live together and say what needs to be said!” The doorknob in my hand.  She pulls at me, “don’t leave stand up for yourself, be yourself!” She pleads. “Fine, Marry Me!” I shout back, “Then, I won’t be able to leave. We will be able to be ourselves without fear.” I take her hands in mine, lower my eyes, let the tears fall,  capture my breath and voice.  Softly I whisper, as I raise my chin and look into her eyes, “Marry me, will you?” The contract made has been broken. I couldn’t say what needed to be said. I didn’t let her say what needed to be said. I was afraid of causing pain and didn’t want her to cause me any.  But love is painful.  So without shared pain there is no love.

  First word acrostic of Testament  Taras Shevchenko, 25 December 1945 When the war is done and  I am found dead as dead can be. Then I  am one with all that was done and  dead so my bones hold no flesh. Bury them wrapped in a uniform worn by me in a ridiculous war; in the defense of country, my home, my history lost. My  beloved shall cry no more for  Ukraine because she shall cradle me.

  Consider awareness  without a name.  No universal truth,  no god, no Buda,  no purpose. Within  this awareness  feel  where you are, a body on a surface,  the surface on the earth,   the earth in the universe.  Realize the body  is not yours. Watch  and witness without  a past or future.  When you have  the words,  put them  on the paper. 

  In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor.