Re: Poetry please.
I've put a couple on General Chat but these are a couple more of my favourites:
ME, OTHER ME
I had a voice inside my head that hissed and whispered subtle things.
I tried translating what it said, its rhythms, its insidious wings
That fluttered just behind my eyes, that washed my senses clean away.
And though it told me wicked lies, I thought it spoke not of decay,
Of horrors, but of angel wings.
The voice - I called it Other Me – crooning as a lover’s sigh,
Lulling me within my skull to instigate a mad reply.
And though it spoke of love of sorts, a soup of feelings round me flowed,
Yet still I could not break the code.
But yearned to tell the voice goodbye.
But now the Other Me has fled, inhabiting who knows what space?
And left me here becalmed and blank, presenting but an empty face.
Surrounded by some careful others, gentle handling of my needs,
Who never question, never judge and deftly dismiss past misdeeds.
I miss Other Me.
THE VISIT
I visit my mother, my thrice-weekly duty
And listen to worries and small discontentments
In her box of a room where she’s full of resentments;
“My savings are going, the meals are too bland,”
And I hold her hand.
Her gaze flicks distractedly wall to wall –
“Will you dust?
I’m sorry for making a fuss.”
And I dutifully do the needless chores,
And look with longing out of doors.
I visit my mother and rush past the others,
The vacant-eyed residents slumped by the telly –
The fretful whining from Connie and Dolly –
“Don’t sit THERE, that’s MY chair!”
Oh, God help us all.
And mum’s eyes brim with fear for the thought
That she might
Need the commode for the third time that night.
And I sit and I stare
And crave the fresh air.
SSSIZZLE
Sweet sizzling in my vein today, and everything seems brighter.
Insidious hissing in my brain, and life seems sharper, whiter.
My edges blurred, an inner fizz
That thrills and enervates alike.
I’m slower, dreamy, broken down
My heart’s all peak and spike.
Wondrous sparking round my brain, and shit! I’m God, I am!
The knowledge hurts my skull, the thought that everything’s a sham.
My eyeballs itch, my eyelids twitch
I hear a song, it must be me,
But coming deep within some other
Me, a stoned-out zombie of a bitch.
The racing heart tick tocks my life, and good stuff fills up my vein,
Luscious sleep fights alien limbs and maybe it’s insane –
But me and my fix, my whole box of tricks
Take me somewhere far off,
Out there, better world,
A whole other way to get kicks.