Gathering Skeletons

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I am gathering skeletons

Of human error;

Lurking in the corners

Of my life – rattling,

Refusing to

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#OctPoWriMo Day 13-If I Were You

If I Were You

By Jesi Scott

 

If I were you

If you were me

Perhaps you’d see

Perhaps you’d be

The one I’d crave

The one to save

Save my life

Save my world

World in my heart

World torn apart

Apart from this

Apart and dismissed

Dismissed from here

Dismissed to disappear

Disappear from life

Disappear from view

View my hurt

View my pain

Pain everlasting

Pain forecasting

Forecasting to amend

Forecasting the end

End the history

End my misery

Misery of us

Misery in exodus

Exodus of the end

Exodus to begin

Begin again

Begin and feign

Feign these feelings

Feign these meanings

Meanings that lie

Meanings that cry

Cry a river

Cry and deliver

Deliver the package

Deliver the message

Message left behind

Message that’s over

Over and out

Over and without

Without a word

Without a doubt

Doubt you

Doubt me

Me in truth

Me so obvious

Obvious

Truth.

 

* Day 13: to express to someone your point of view using a Blitz poem, not my favorite form. I decided to put more thought and interest in it by making it rhyme as much as I could and to try and make it a little more challenging.

#OctPoWriMo Day 12-Tortured

Non-Disclosure

By Jesi Scott

 

You don’t like what I say?

Silence my words with your

                                Wicked twists.

Knife-stabbed heart through the back,

I turned and you were gone.

                                Blood-dipped fingertips

                                Leaving vermillion-dripped

                                Evidence along the floor.

 

Cut me down to your level,

Force-fed diamond lies you

                                Shove in my throat.

Ignore the damage you leave in your wake;

Hurricane hiding in an empty face.

                                Victim-played the lines greyed,

                                Oath-bound promises filleted

                                And arrayed on a silver platter.

 

Leave me bare now

                                Huddled on the cold, hard floor.

Black-bruised heart left scarred,

You turn your back and go.

                                Unrestrained lies contained

                                Leaving your blood-stained

                                Reputation maintained.

 

*Day 12 of the challenge brings us to feeling tortured. When things don’t go well in a relationship we tend to torture ourselves with thoughts of what we could have done differently. We go over and over the things we said, the actions we took, and we question if we did the right thing. For some the torture happens before things end. We walk on eggshells trying to make decisions that won’t make things worse. Putting out fires before they turn into an inferno becomes the order of the day; being constantly on guard is simply the new normal. In my poem I write about the emotional torment in a dysfunctional relationship.

#OctPoWriMo Day 9-Love

 

Love Is…

By Jesi Scott

 

The warm bath after a long, hard day,

The warmth that chases the cold away.

The cool wind that blows ‘midst the summer heat,

The toe-tapping soul-dancing musical beat.

 

The cosy blanket we snuggle up in,

The jolt that sends us into a tailspin.

The light that shines and shows the rocks ahead,

The reason for spending the rainy day in bed.

 

The reason to hold someone close,

The reason your heart to expose.

The reason for my staying near

Is because love brought you and made you dear.

#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 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.

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.