Cliff Diving (#29 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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Is safety an emotion?
What is a life lived
Peering out from shelter?
From a position of stasis?

Once the bogey man
Pushed me over a cliff.
In the freefall moment,
Buoyed only by air,

The worst came true.

I didn’t die on the rocks,
Rushing up to me as if
I was the one who was
Holding still.

The enormous pain
Sheared open my heart.
The shoreline presented a
Sheer wall and

I climbed the cliff again.

Poems are… (#28 Na/GloPoWriMo)

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How do I know what a poem should be?

Poems are secrets opened with
Careful, surgeon’s fingers,
Revealing the beating heart beneath.

Poems point a finger at me,
And at you,
Truths peeling back our armor.

Poems slips knives between
Our ribs,
Sharp with life-threatening pain.

Poems are prescriptions,
Lenses opening our eyes,
World suddenly new.

 

91 an Update (#27 Na/GloPoWriMo)

1991

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Some know they are best by birth, some in talent,
Some in their dripping diamonds, some in physical prowess,
Some wear designers although they are bougie spent;
Some in their phones and purses, some in their cars caress;
And every distraction has some representative pleasure,
Joy its owner’s purview:
But these particulars are not my measure,
I eschew all these for only you.
Your laughing eyes and love outrank all riches,
You are my wealth, you dress me in finest adoration
Of more delight than things your love bewitches;
And having you, I relinquish all causation:
One power above all is yours to take
Away your bewitching love, and me most wretched make.