What Needs To Stop: Romantic Blogging Poetry

What needs to stop?

It’s not the texts,
the emails,
the IMs,
the phone calls,
the discoveries,
the visits,
the experiences,
different and unique,
which need to stop.

It’s the ridiculousness,
the fighting with yourself,
the non-acceptance of what is,
the ignoring of being,
the talking yourself out of
what you could have and
what you desire,
the silliness
of all that self-ignoring,
the snuffing out of dream’s
bright flame;
that’s what needs to cease.

You’ve written me for months
about how you can’t.
Maybe it’s just time
to accept
that you can.

To remember
the passion,
the compassion,
the blossoming,
the growth,
the discovery,
the newness of things
never before experienced,
the coming alive.

You fight against
birthing
your soul,
as though
a mother-to-be
could cross her legs
and prevent
the existence
of a new person.

The leg crossing
had to happen
long before
the creation;
well prior to
the gestation
ending.

You have
tried to ignore
the discovery,
uncovery,
expansion
and birth
of a new you.

It’s time stop trying
to stop
the inevitable,
to welcome a new life,
to let
that birth,
though difficult
and covered with goo,
just happen,
so you can
just be.

To realize what is
waiting
there for you,

And then do.

Muse Tally: Romantic Blogging Poetry

I wonder when
the muse tally
will finally
stop.

When the numbering
of verses
caused by my modern Erato
will cease.

When she will
actually, finally,
disappear
from memory.

When my mind,
heart,
soul,
and fingers

will stop being driven
and inspired
by her visage
in my mind.

When others,
or even just one other,
can count words
inspired by the new her.

It will take
a long time
for anyone else
to match her muse tally.

She has such
a head start
in my head,
and it hasn’t stopped yet.

Legacy Of Moving Helpers: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

Moving? I’ll raise my hand
to volunteer;
to hold the other end.
I’ve always been here.

Always been a guy
to help people move.
I couldn’t say why;
it’s just what we do.

My folks would get the call,
Grandparents and uncles, too.
Brothers, sisters, without fail:
we’d help people move.

And now you’re heading down a new road,
just call me: I’ll help you lift your load.