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With conflict and breast
a-rising
at the same lack of time

with resistance and nerves
a-wrecking
the same sack

oh rest

let my body soak back into the same
round disquiet
meantime
forced
still
am
I
.

I took a breath so deep it took me with it
away into the dream of breaths all over the court
and the swift moving of one’s heart to passions’ sounds
and the skips moving one’s heart to passions…

still.

With softness and beats
caressing
the same lack of skin

I grow
changed
still.

***
Both the haiku on the picture and the poem that follows were inspired by a change in my health… that has fortunately got way better since I made the decision to be open. Thank you to dVerse Poets Pub’s prompt for today, ‘Choice’, that was really inspiring to me. The depicted haiku will also be given out to a person (that remains unknown… still) as I’m taking part in AndHeDrew’s 20-day ArtGift challenge.

To my dear Arman & Mélodie

1.
Cancelled vacation waved like a form
a disease, Montréal-like vibe.

2.
His Copenhagen waved like a flag
a regret, Oslo-night colour.

3.
Their Berlin, vibrant still like a wave
regretted, cemetery days.

Poems written for FormForAll, dVerse Poets Pub. Photos taken at Camellia Sinensis teahouse, and modified with Instagram.

I lay here apprehending the order of things
how the window enforces my view of peace
how the beams protect birds from the cat
how the light arrests every shape in their-

freeze-

I lay here apprehending
tension is mounting
the cat and I, sweating and swearing
under our broken breaths
where he detected power I
could only see laws, nature’s-

paws up-
freeze-

paws off-

I lay here within the order of things
how the squirrel ran away safely
how the fine glass maintained the protester in
how it prevented the cat from resting on
his stomach full with his view of peace

This poem was written for dVerse Poets Pub. Please visit other poets’ blogs and enjoy!
All pictures have been modified with Instagram.

$OUND$ like different bloods mixed
rattle on my heart_ little pump of. LOSSES
_deployed_
a burn on the aorta
descending instead
I could swallow the whole piece but I
couldn’t risk opening. my. MOUTH

TURNED OUT like arrhythmia fixed
the hum of my heart_ beats forever. LOST
_diverted_
to fever in my nerves
restless inside
I could cry out the whole music but it
wouldn’t leave me. whole. ANYMORE

I used to feel rhythm down my cords
I WA$. wired
I used to be a heart
I used to be HEARD

$OUND$ like different bloods remixed
bumps on my heart_ little spin.it.ROUND
_underscored_
a burial of memories
understanding itself
I could feel my life over and over but I
chose to leave. its. TUNE$

mute.

# tHI$ POEM AND TYPOGRAPHY WERE INSPIRED BY bebetune$ (album: inhale C-4 $$$$$) # tHE THEME WAS GIVEN BY dverse poets’ pub HOST FOR THIS WEEK, sTUART mCpHERSON: our MUSIC. pLEASE READ OTHER POETS_ LISTEN TO MUSIC_ DANCE TO YOUR OWN HEARTBEAT. #

The following poem was prompted by James Rainsford‘s picture, Reflections. It is part of dVerse Poets Pub. Enjoy, and please don’t hesitate to visit James’s website and the other poets present at the pub.

by James Rainsford

Reflections again

This time I didn’t see my reflection
lost in thoughts
as I was
tracing back V-shaped steps
-victory or loss-
pacing back grieving laps
-will or sallow-
I was inclined to weep.

That time I didn’t see my reflection either
in fact
lost in time
as I was
gazing back at juts of mist
-water or misery-
racing back at an impression
-your eyes not mine-
I found you and lost me.

Two reflections that I didn’t see
Two straight poles that I couldn’t stand
between
half-fallen as I was
already half-part of the
pondering world.