#OctPoWriMo-Day 3: Insecurity

Possession

By Jesi Scott

 

Another text, another call,

Another beat-my-head-on-wall.

I say I do, he says I don’t,

He cannot see, he won’t; he’s causing his own downfall.

 

So he holds on tightly; I can’t breathe,

The anger between us does seethe.

You can feel the coming of war,

Though I try to ignore fate’s warning and ensheathe

 

The sword, his insecurity,

He clearly drew in surety

Of my transgressions towards him.

The truth grows dim; love slips into obscurity.

 

* I’m a little late getting this out today but I am done with Day 3’s prompt. Suggested form: the florette. Subject: Insecurity. I wrote about the extreme side of insecurity in a relationship once it’s insidious fingers have gotten a hold.

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#OctPoWriMo-Day 2: Poems and Notes to You

Termination Notification

By Jesi Scott

 

Hastily scribbled,

His goodbye was four words long

-Short and to the point-

 

Breaking up is hard to do,

Or so all the sad songs say.

 

* Day 2-Write a poem or note to “you”, whether it be to yourself or someone else. Find your audience and then write a tanka or cinquain. I chose to write a tanka, though both would have lent itself well to my poem. But I like writing tankas, which is why I chose it. Poem is non-autobiographical; it could be anyone. Usually, notes are short and to the point and I love how the poetic form emphasizes that feeling.

#OctPoWriMo Day 1: Surrender

Shipwreck

By Jesi Scott

 

Smoking cannons aimed and fired,

A war-torn ship plundered of its treasure

And left to sink beneath the waves

 

The wounded captain

Accepts her fate,

The ragged white flag she holds

Hangs lifeless in her shaking hand.

 

*OctPoWriMo has begun. Day 1 prompt: Surrender. This year’s theme is Love (in all it’s forms and feelings). Today’s prompt is all about letting go and giving in, not the textbook definition of giving up. I explored the battle we fight with the change of surrendering. It’s hard to give in and accept whatever it is that we are fighting, whether that be in confronting our fear of stepping out of our comfort zones, or accepting our fate and taking that leap of faith anyway. The white flag in my poem is simply the old way of thinking being let go (surrendered) as the captain accepts whatever it is waiting for her on the other side. I dedicate this one to Rod Kok, and how bravely he is surrendering and moving forward in spite of his fear. For his love of this craft we call poetry.

Ear-Worm Insomnia

Song sung blue

In my head,

Around and around I go,

Tossing and turning in my bed.

 

Weeping like a willow,

Thoughts a steady stream,

Leaves play Follow-the-Leader

In an unfamiliar dream.

 

Awake on my pillow,

Watch the spinning carousel;

Words fly up, twirling,

Then fall and dispel.

 

Sand sifting through my fingers

Time and time again.

Clock ticks winding down the hours

As sleep evades my domain.

 

*Since July I have been writing like a maniac, including recently getting up from 4-5 a.m. to write with one partner and then writing again a little later on in the day with someone else. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you schedule time for yourself to do something. This poem is one result of a folder full of poems I’ve been working on. This one was inspired by Neil Diamond (obviously). I tend to get songs stuck in my head right before going to sleep and this one stuck hard. So, I decided to use it in a poem. Thank you, Neil, for creating such a great song to have as an ear-worm. 

Far-Sickness

She posts her pictures online for all to see

Her adventures in a foreign land;

Pictures of buildings and rocks and statues

And flowers and trees,

Places and things I’ve never seen

But ache for as if exiled from home,

My desolate soul heartsick for a place

I know in my bones I belong to

As surely as I know every curve and edge

Of my own face in the mirror,

Though I’ve never once stepped foot

Upon its shores.

 

 

**Photo courtesy of Beth Teliho and poem inspired by her trip to England and a different photo that didn’t work out as well as I thought it would;

Title inspired by this definition:

fernweh: Being homesick for a place you’ve never been to; an ache for distant places; literal translation: far-sickness.

 

Mending A Broken Heart

I held his heart in my hands

In pieces shattered, a broken land.

“Can you fix it?” he’d asked

While I stared at the impossible task.

“I’ll do what I can,” I said,

Placing a kiss on his forehead.

I sat and pondered and tried to start

But how best to mend his broken heart?

With needle and thread to keep it together?

Not glue; too weak for changes in weather…

Metal would give it strength,

But time and rust would wear its length.

So I thought and then thought some more

Until the answer came as if called for.

I began putting the pieces back one by one,

Working throughout the daytime sun

And on through the darkening night,

Continuing on despite

The pain in my back and bleeding fingertips,

Making sure there’d be no rips.

Then one day I was done,

And I smiled at the war I’d won.

For when you breathed life into their chests

You knew, for them, you’d never rest.

So when my son’s heart was broken

I listened to the words spoken

From my own, and heeded what they’d said,

Then gave him my whole one instead.

And with the love I’ve never denied

I sewed up the pieces of his then closed it inside

Myself.