#OctPoWriMo Day 7-Unsent Letters

Star-Crossed

By Jesi Scott

 

Lost goodbyes,

broken promises,

words to say left unspoken,

the should-have-been becomes

the never-meant-to-be…

You,

with hair of jet

and those blue-sky eyes,

that sun-bright smile and hearth-fire voice,

you who hung the moon in her sky

and saw through her self-inflicted invisibility,

do you ever ask “what if”?

Does could-have-been slip through your mind

like a soft caress from her hand?

Does the memory of a girl

with honey hair and storm-cloud eyes,

shy smile and soft, snowfall voice

ever gently embrace you, leaving ghost kisses upon your lips

to fade away with the stars

at the coming of the morning?

 

*Still playing catch-up with OctPoWriMo. Day 7 was to send a letter to someone. This is a re-post of a poem I wrote in 2015, a what-if love letter to someone from my past. In 2015 I was still under the conviction that this person never felt the way about me that I did about them. As of a year ago, I know now that that knowledge may not have been even remotely true. Due to someone else’s interference what is now a what-if could have been a surety, and changed the course of my life. But knowledge is power and this knowledge settles some questions I’ve always carried in my heart.

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#OctPoWriMo Day 6-Conquered

Aggravation

By Jesi Scott

 

 

He does it, he says, to get a rise out of me.

Then, when I don’t react the way he wants me to,

He says my response is inappropriate.

 

All because I don’t find it funny,

His constant criticism

Or the one-sided verbal sparring

Where he must always prove himself superior;

 

Those arguments where,

No matter what I say,

The words become knife twists

On his tongue,

 

And he’s the only one finding humor

In the stressful situation

He’s created.

 

And I wonder, after I’ve managed to

Numb the pain once again,

If he thinks I’m so inferior,

Why is he always trying to be right?

 

*Day 6 poem is done. I’m four days late due to illness and only just feeling better today. My poem is about the battle rather than the victory or loss. 

#OctPoWriMo Day 5-Denied

 

Storm Warnings

By Jesi Scott

 

~ Fate whispers to the warrior, “You cannot withstand the storm.”

And the warrior replies, “I am the storm.”

-Anonymous

 

He never saw it coming,

Never saw the clouds crowding the sky.

He never heard the thunder,

And the warning it decried.

 

He simply kept on going

And ignored the rising wind.

Even as the rain fell,

All he did was grin.

 

No matter to him the lightning strikes,

No need to be afraid;

A little huff and puff and noise

Leaves him undismayed.

 

Even as the water rises

And floods his barricaded door,

He never thinks to ask for mercy.

What does he have to answer for?

 

Forget the clouds that fill her eyes,

Reject her feelings with disdain;

Scorn the rain your words made her cry,

Label all her thoughts inane.

 

Take no notice of her racing pulse

Whenever you grasp her breast;

You’ve convinced yourself her no’s are yeses,

That she’s yours to molest.

 

And when in time she’s had enough,

You cannot say you were not warned.

We never said you were the warrior;

We said, “Beware the storm.”

 

* No explanations. Today we write about being denied.

#OctPoWriMo Day 4-… and Other Strange Animals

Fossils

By Jesi Scott

 

They lie in sand,

Beached whales unable to get back to water,

Left rotting in sun and wind;

Wooden bones scoured smooth,

Evaporated skin cracked and peeling,

Turning to dust when waving grasses

Lean in to kiss goodbye.

 

Inside the skeleton,

Organs left to disintegrate

But time and tide,

And the oddity of nature,

Left some preserved in petrified state,

Tarp-covered,

Some left residing in hollows or under ribs,

Nautical relics left as attestation

Of when humans ruled the earth.

 

*The prompt today was to write about strange animals and to use personification and anthropomorphism the way Gerald Durrell did. (Side note: Lizzi sent me a trilogy of his books for my birthday this year, and up until she did I had never read them or heard of them. Now suddenly, Durrell’s name is everywhere in my life.) Instead, I used reverse anthropomorphism, zoomorphism (doesn’t actually fit my intentions because I’m attributing animal qualities to human objects, not human events, deity, or humans themselves) to abandoned boats and what a future generation that does not know what they are would think about them. Or aliens, if they were to exist. The original title was Museum Exhibit Description but I changed it to Fossils to try and portray a sense of time. Although I like the idea of the original title giving one the sense that they are walking in a museum looking at relics. There was a suggested form/forms but I wrote this during the summer and felt it was more fitting for today’s prompt.

#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.

#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.