Do you have the answer? – dVerse MTB

If there were time left to us

I would rip the stitches free that cleaved my lips tight shut.

For whilst you still walked this good earth

fear stole the voice from the questions that rose unbidden

and I smiled, or cried, and wondered. In silence.

 

Now, I hold your thoughts on pages –

thoughts hidden in a briefcase

for more than half my life.

I touch the places where you once were,

skin to paper to skin, separated by life – and death.

I imagine you frowning as you wrote

at a rickety table in a steamed up coffee shop

on a gloomy December day

like this one.

 

Would you have answered my questions?

Would I have asked them anyway?

Honestly?

Do you know?

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This week were are asked to write a poetic apostrophe – something I had never heard about until now. Do you know? Whether you do or not, please do join us at dVerse, read and join in if you feel inclined!

 

Desiccant

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And then all that has sustained will decay

And then the ignorant may no longer be blind

And then dry deserts will devour all that was fecund and free

 

And then the great and the poor will be desperate

And then the poor and the great will be parched

And then hoards of money will no longer cause a great divide

 

And then all Earth will be wasteland or dead sea

And then the greed of some will be vanquished by the needs of many

 

And then all will share equally in Nature’s harsh vengeance

 

And then all will drown like the sick and the weak and the old

 

And then parents will gaze on their young

And then the young will die in their arms

 

And then Earth will be free of our species once again.

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This poem is inspired by Judy Chicago’s ‘Merger Poem’an altogether joyous, inspirational piece that, in my hopeful and happy moments, I really enjoy and admire.

Bizarrely, ‘Desiccant’ came to me out of seemingly thin air as I was lying in bed early this morning. Except of course it hasn’t come out of nowhere given the state of the world both politically and environmentally. I’m a great supporter of Extinction Rebellion’s work, so I dedicate this poem to them, and to Greta Thunberg, who has started a revolution where others have failed. 

 

Frozen in drowning fire – dVerse Poetics

I pour myself into a paper cup and choke

on my viscous hair as it wraps

its grasping entrails around my throat.

 

I gaze upwards into the starlight of hell beneath my feet,

the bowels of the earth shining in the gloom

above my head.

 

The wonders of living are innumerable –

I observe this from my grave buried deep in the furnace.

The fiery ventricles of my frozen heart pound like a halting train

as I croak my last word at the moment of my birth.

 

I’m rusty at this poetry malarkey. I hope surrealism suits for a first venture back into dVerse for a while! Surrealism is the theme over here – do  join in!