A Poem a Day (84): Splinter

Here's a poem I wrote for JD Mader's 2minutesgo website on October 27. It’s a great place to go and write whatever is in your head, and read what others are writing in the group, and give/get feedback. It happens every weekend. Cheers.

Splinter

Splinter. Forage. Judder. Acknowledge.

It has been and it will be, it has passed and

You were last. I am the time ticking, the

Yellow yolk trickling, and this is the word

I wish to tell you: take. Choose this, choose

That, breathe in, breathe out. Jump when

You could stalk away. Swim when you could

Dip your toes. Embrace the roar. Sink or

Drown, will you care? Stand where you are,

The world will turn on, ignorant of your idle

Presence, insisting you carry it on alone. I am

The kick in your butt. Wake up! Smell the fish

Smoking. The burn won’t wait. Steal it. Wrap it

In paper and keep it close. These bones will shake,

Creak and croak. But you won’t know unless you

Leap.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 27, 2018