How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
How many songbirds/
get sacrificed so we have
no vermin? Balance!
OR
How many songbirds/
must die so we have no mice?
Feral cat balance.
What’s it like to be
that kind and caring person?
She’ll never wonder.
Backstory: A Facebook post about a friend talked about how she was being kind and caring. As I was reading about what she’d done, this poem came to mind. I wondered what it would be like to be kind and caring, and realized that was probably something she never had to think about. She just IS that way. “Kindness begins with me.”
Think you’re a failure?/
Loser feelings carry on/
unless you say: “Stop it!”
When you decide you’re/
a failure at one thing, the
feeling carries on.
When I failed, they claimed:
“He’s not who he was.” Once more,
I’ve changed. Look. Forgive?
Why am I here? Why
am I – we set on this land?
I know, yet don’t do.
Though I might still be
misaligned, I don’t stare back
behind, but change now.
He, the broke walrus,/
dreams of luring the nymph. [LAUGH!] /
Yet I played that game.
Dark thoughts,
deep weeping,
well up in my soul.
The world seems disconnected
from me,
and I from her.
Why does the water-wading song
drill through
my bedroom door,
as if to mock me
and my lullaby memories?
I am abandoned
by all who I thought
loved me,
and who
I truly loved
and lived for.
My mistakes
have unraveled
all my life,
and I feel
no mercy,
no compassion,
no hope,
no love,
except for
the faith
and hope
I have
that,
maybe,
He loves me still.
If you don’t listen,
and plug your ears, it becomes
hard to talk to you.