is like a reflex,
we all do it
But it’s letting go
that we never learn
until we are dangling
over the edge.
We passed their graves:
The dead men there,
Winners or losers,
Did not care.
In the dark
They could not see
Who had gained
six word poem 6/25
Prompt: “I push and I push and I push and I push until those that mean the most to me can’t bear me any longer. My romances, my friends my coworkers my everyone and its my fault.”
Speak you too,
speak as the last,
say out your say.
But don’t split off No from Yes.
Give your say this meaning too:
Give it the shadow.
Give it shadow enough,
Give it as much
As you know is spread round you from
Midnight to midday and midnight.
See how things all come alive-
By death! Alive!
Speaks true who speaks shadow.
But now the place shrinks, where you stand:
Where now, shadow-stripped, where?
Climb. Grope upwards.
Thinner you grow, less knowable, finer!
Finer: a thread
The star wants to descend on:
So as to swim down below, down here
Where it sees itself shimmer: in the swell
Of wandering words.
We drink the air
And breathe the night,
The moment, the flash, the scene, the light, the shine,
The blurred fade…
Where did it go?
Who am I in this strange place,
And what of we?
It was so fragile, that last conclusive moment,
It’s gone and lost
In the abyss of memories, trials,…
It is quite unfair.
You’ll see me in your nightmares
while you’re my best dream
I’m a part of Lost Generation
and I refuse to believe that
I can change the world
I realize this may be a shock but
“Happiness comes from within”
is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years I’ll tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life
My employer will know that
I have my priority straight because
Is more important than
I tell you this
Once upon a time
Families stay together
But this will not be true in my era
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making
In the future
Environmental destruction will be the norm
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this earth
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope
And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.
Lost Generation by Jonathan Reed
Draw a crazy picture,
Write a nutty poem,
Sing a mumble-gumble song,
Whistle through your comb.
Do a loony-goony dance
‘Cross the kitchen floor,
Put something silly in the world
That ain’t been there before.
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, ‘Is it good, friend?’
‘It is bitter — bitter,’ he answered,
‘But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes…
it’s all coming together
to create a great falling apart
this house of cards
and the wind whispering its intention
it tells me
say goodbye to the life you imagine
and embrace the life that is
before it’s too late
and that does not mean
that there are no dreams to come
but they arrive in their own time
and not manufactured by you
will you be patient, o’ stubborn one
allow your heart to break a little
to ache a little
silently, still, allow the wind to blow
Trapped in Daydreams
Rip your skin off, run away
Drop every debt and every dead relationship
Take a one-way flight
to an island full of fruit and foliage,
A place surrounded by shimmering blue water—
Water so beautiful you forget you can’t drink it—
Wade out until that water hits your mouth,
Lie on your back and float
as far as the ocean will carry you…
Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks.
Is hell still below ?
It feels like it’s inside me.
Consuming my soul.