Sunday, 23 July 2017

A Poem a Day (64): Live

Another flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise... kicking my lazy writing butt


She made it sound so easy
A four-letter word
A small sound
Sweet in its escape
But a lie upon my wounds.
I can let it lie
Or I can let it die
I can let it fester in my hand –
These things sound so easy
These things I tell myself.

Secrets carried deep inside
Kept in the darkest places
Written in an unseen hand
Never to be read
Never to be spoken
Never to be heard –
These things taste bitter
Borne hard upon the breath.

So make it stop
He made it sound so easy
Another four-letter word
Harsher than the first
Darker than the void
Starker than the pit
In which he found himself –  
But to live was so heavy
And stop so light
That the sun hid itself.

You live, she said
In the corners of my mind
As she read the words aloud
And they listened
And they wept
And they stared down
Where the light couldn’t find
Any sanctuary to rest in
As they buried him
Deep within the ground.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2017

Saturday, 22 July 2017

A poem a Day (63): The burst

Some flash poetry written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise... 

The burst

I count the pages
Line the trees
Trace an outline with a pen
Twist the paper til it hurts
Feel the numbness in my hand.

These fingers do the walking
Back and forth and velvet tripping
The never and the ever
And the brilliance in between.

I can spend
I can feel
I can wave this thing called humane
Like a flag in light of something bright;
I can play the fiddle even, see I can,
Watch me smile, watch me cry
Let me paint it in my own particular way
Play this part
Make a sail
Tell the others I can take this boat away
Let me stray
Or let me stay
It’s an easy way to view this choice of mine.

Catch a plane
Hatch a plan
Escape the very things I seek to have –
Is that a thrill?
Am I a seeker?
Did I spill a clue to what I wish today?
Or did I hide it, conceal it, never to be read?

I turn the pages
Catch the light
Watch the drizzle of the ever-dying day
Like spreading ink it splatters into curls
Adrift upon this tide, so turning falls
Back upon itself and this night
As I count the pages
Tear each one out and cast away
The dreams I have yet to live.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2017

Friday, 21 July 2017

A poem a Day (62): Silence

Some poetry written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writing exercise... 


We’ll have nothing left here in the dark,
The cleft between spaces
Shaken in the middle of a sentence,
Left hanging with a hook
As a fish struggles to unclasp its lip,
Blood splashes;
Words unshapen swim in the air
Unformed, only thought in a momentary
Glance you make,
Often seeing what you want to see,
Yet never noticing the essence
Of things, or me.
While the scales slither silver
And the living twitches its last breath,
I wonder at you,
Here, where we sit in the approaching
Darkness of our lies,
Stripped bare,
Pained upon a grated thing.
I wish to unravel it,
But all I can do is remove the hook
And throw this life back in the water
With a mercy
You used to have.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 21, 2017