TashPoetry

TashPoetry, 2 months ago to random

If I can grow muscle and sinew, I must remember how to grow a heart.

Not these tasks,
not my tricks with bruises.

To wake with dry cheeks, without
wandering through time

and other things;
to remember them, too.

TashPoetry, 6 months ago to poetry

The question of gravity
was settled with the impact
of a non-Newtonian kind.

Less science than sense.
The sensation of scraped hearts,
hands and knees.

The body is an athletic cliche;
a soma collapsed; expiring.

Get up, get it, get out.
The hammer in the chest.
Bags of air, heaving.

Say something, anything;
breathe, curse,
confess...

But stop the damn weeping.

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TashPoetry, 6 months ago to random

I have been playing guitar again recently. It gave me another struggle to focus on, a reason to force myself to carry on.

TashPoetry, 7 months ago to poetry

'This House, This Garden'

We once grew, rootbound
together, here, in our naive garden.

Guileless, like a child's summer,
in so many ways, blind
to the unseen creep of the vine
that squeezed and pinched;
that choked and withered
in the night.

This greenhouse was not a home.

If a stone could have been cast,
we would have been first; now
we're better suited to be buried
beneath the last.

Why are we here? Why now?
There is only the filth of the past.

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TashPoetry, 8 months ago to poetry

'By The Door'

I could not answer her
with ease—
our hips were too close
and we were neither here
nor anywhere, two strangers
bent into a kiss;
a merged shadow by the door.

She's shed her troubles
with her jacket...
The night was warm,
brought to heat
by the symbiosis of
meaningless debate and alcohol.

She scribbled some numbers
on my hand.

I felt a dull ache.

The music was too loud.
Her name was obscure, mine
difficult to recall.

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TashPoetry, 8 months ago to poetry

'A Place Well-Travelled'

Lying in a motel room,
spinning, like the fan.

Downdraft of the familiar;
a shiver, for what comes
next.

Shower, sud down a memory.
Lean upside-down, dry hair
over the balcony.

Watch the TV naked, with a coffee.
Call out for clever after-dinner
company.

Check out by 10 am;
baggage stowed, heavy.

Rented spaces, vacated.
Voids almost emptied.

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miksimum, 8 months ago to poetry

Writing in isolation (i.e. I have no poetry reading group, no trusted first readers or found family of fellow poets) may be causing some blockages

For instance, I think it's keeping me rather conservative in my creative choices. More bold experiments, like illustrated poems, would be a fun route to take, but the stakes on that project seem much higher, and sinking a bunch of effort into it without any feedback as to whether it's resonating... ?

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TashPoetry, 8 months ago to random

3 hours of training today. Dumbbell exercises by a dumb belle.

Flipboard, 9 months ago to poetry

If you want #poetry in your timeline, this #FollowFriday is for you.

@bookgaga — Booklover contributing to #TodaysPoem

@brianbilston — Social media poet with six published collections

@Codgerverse — "Poet Laureate of the Eastview Cement Workers Union"

@joel — Artist, writer in the American Southwest

@TashPoetry — Poet, writer, martial artist

@UberZeitgeist — Trial lawyer who posts poems daily

@worded_art — Poet, author, lyricist Randy Gerritse

@wordswithnima — South-asian writer, poet

TashPoetry, 10 months ago to poetry

'Wishbone'

A childhood, ascending,
as a vine to branch,
pretending.

Not unlike now,
wined and dulled,
except for the falling.

Compliant, instead of pliant.
Pulled in first by ankle, then the knee.

It hurts, it always hurts,
to fulfill your fucking needs.

I wish, I wish
to be something else than this.

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TashPoetry, 10 months ago to poetry

'Waiting For Persephone'

This is a message for the shedding
of the will and of dreams,
to the mistress masquerading
as a reluctant queen.

Persephone, I am as tranquil
and still as the twist of death
that shadows the hangman’s noose.

Sleep, they tell me.
Ignore the dials and electrodes,
until spring sets the world in bloom.

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TashPoetry, 10 months ago to poetry

'Absent'

Father, the white voids of my PTSD
obscure my childhood -
my formative memories,
although I do recall
how you once carried me softly;
my heart light as a cloud,
head heavy with sleep.

It's me, Father,
can you hear me calling?
I am not such a burden now, though
I often face the day unsupported,
wondering.

Dementia erodes your identity
like a reef under the relentless sea.
I am helpless to stop it.

But Father, I love you, still.
Even without the memories.
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TashPoetry, 1 year ago to random

Another 3am training session completed, and my shoulders are singing a song on their own.

On an unrelated note, I am down to 230 posts on the birdsite. Soon, there will be none.