Escapee

Jane Doughtery Poetry Challenge #41

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We ran out into the Rain,
who’s to blame?
Dog. It’s the same, tired refrain

We argue until all’s red
nothing solved
Many pointless tears will be shed.

The pattern is relentless
the dog runs
Chasing after him is senseless

At the river he will stop
Dog’s had fun.
We get pulled over. Oh hi, Cop!

And yet we have no regrets
We love him.
We’re wet. Dog’s safe. Damned beloved pet.

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photo by SDRandCo, via morgufile

photo by SDRandCo, via morgufile

They are all just labels he said
See
so easy so right
All the trouble of negotiating humanity
reduced
to a pithy aphorism
that denies the
reality
of the struggle to keep up when
all those labels
keep
knocking us down.
He insists on minimizing
denying
the grinding experience of
a world where labels trump all
Yes so easy when those
labels
aren’t on you.

Bridgewalk

The wind tears at the red flag of my hair
Am I mistress of all I survey?
Ocean, clouds, far off island
A coming storm writes secret messages
into refinery smoke.
Trucks pass, the bridge quakes and
my heart quakes with it–
Our lives balanced on a monster
of concrete and steel.
The fear passes and there is
nothing but the view.
The smokestacks belch a dragon or two
just for me.

 

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Child Bride

I am in an arranged marriage
with myself.
Married too young to
say yes,
Married too long to
say no.
I’m a quarlesome old thing;
at odds with myself,
at odds with the world.
In spite of it all
I’d like to learn to love her,
My inner child bride
companion of all my years.
The one who has the courage to
say yes
when I want to hide away and
say no.

V.V.Pukirev - The Arranged Marriage

Grief

Inconsolable grief

Inconsolable grief (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have a houseguest–
his name is Grief.

Most days, he sits not speaking;
his shadow mutes the colors, saps the light.

Other days, he is drunk with rage and loss;
he smashes everything and hurls blame everywhere.

And then he weeps.

Most days he simply exists.
His breath steals the life from the air.
His hands are cold and strong in mine. We dance.

And then we weep.