Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction It's all I want to do while here.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
Today 10:57am
Today 10:57am
Element: water
I dropped a shell
into your ocean
to see how deep
you lie. I sleep
on gritty sand
watching boats
sail.
I wonder if
you'll sink them.
The concept delights me
more than it should
unless they're evading
war.
I wonder
if your blood
runs wise
and your hair
virgin green,
the dirty colour of your eyes.
I wonder when
you'll force this land
to fend
for herself, watch her burn,
the shine so bright -
fold,
implode,
paradise lost.
into your ocean
to see how deep
you lie. I sleep
on gritty sand
watching boats
sail.
I wonder if
you'll sink them.
The concept delights me
more than it should
unless they're evading
war.
I wonder
if your blood
runs wise
and your hair
virgin green,
the dirty colour of your eyes.
I wonder when
you'll force this land
to fend
for herself, watch her burn,
the shine so bright -
fold,
implode,
paradise lost.
#anger
#nature
#humankind
15 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Jul 2020 7:13pm
12th Jul 2020 7:13pm
I swim, I swim
How long
does grief last?
Your legs still dangle
over rocks by the sea,
rolling, proclaiming
you'd never been
happier.
I could tell, almost. I could believe, almost.
And I almost see you
inside every blink.
A writer could right it, rewrite it, reframe you, entertain
that you
in fact
chew gum
and tread it into flagstones,
that you
don't read classics and vote only in blues, don't tip a decent waitress with a soft country tone,
hate music in the morning and the scent of fresh rain,
but I...
does grief last?
Your legs still dangle
over rocks by the sea,
rolling, proclaiming
you'd never been
happier.
I could tell, almost. I could believe, almost.
And I almost see you
inside every blink.
A writer could right it, rewrite it, reframe you, entertain
that you
in fact
chew gum
and tread it into flagstones,
that you
don't read classics and vote only in blues, don't tip a decent waitress with a soft country tone,
hate music in the morning and the scent of fresh rain,
but I...
#home
#sea
37 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
10th Jul 2020 7:51pm
10th Jul 2020 7:51pm
Mothering myself
I love you.
There is energy that never dulls,
manifests, floats, curls as if fingers on a still ocean.
And I just drink black coffee,
imagine being axed over and over again,
I remember those things I was to you
and wasn't.
And so I continue to shield myself
as if a beautiful, toxic virus has lived about me most of a lifetime.
There is energy that never dulls,
manifests, floats, curls as if fingers on a still ocean.
And I just drink black coffee,
imagine being axed over and over again,
I remember those things I was to you
and wasn't.
And so I continue to shield myself
as if a beautiful, toxic virus has lived about me most of a lifetime.
#kindness
#memories
#aging
45 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
9th Jul 2020 9:56am
9th Jul 2020 9:56am
Seal
I think l am more sea dog than human,
more common than thought.
In the early days I needed a gathering,
those to care for me - I assume it's innate
as I've aged I'm more hermit than hungry
and yet, for your face,
I'll pop up in that boundless sea
just to let you know there's still something so bewitching about your person.
I shan't nip at your legs
like I did when your flesh was fresher
but instead stare, enchanted by
how life's taken us.
I'll satisify my heart, covered in blubber and silvered skin,...
more common than thought.
In the early days I needed a gathering,
those to care for me - I assume it's innate
as I've aged I'm more hermit than hungry
and yet, for your face,
I'll pop up in that boundless sea
just to let you know there's still something so bewitching about your person.
I shan't nip at your legs
like I did when your flesh was fresher
but instead stare, enchanted by
how life's taken us.
I'll satisify my heart, covered in blubber and silvered skin,...
#strength
#nature
#humankind
49 reads
6 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Jul 2020 10:16am
8th Jul 2020 10:16am
Simplicity of self-improvement
How often
do you abandon your societal skins and bury your birthed flesh in wilderness,
give over to wildness and drown all ills upon it?
Perhaps you should, just a thought.
do you abandon your societal skins and bury your birthed flesh in wilderness,
give over to wildness and drown all ills upon it?
Perhaps you should, just a thought.
#identity
#power
#healing
48 reads
7 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2020 6:47am
5th Jul 2020 6:47am
In the mourning
It's misted.
The faint flurry of bird tune carries in through a crack in a window.
I let go
of my ability to origami torn lengths of feeling.
They begin keeling in on themselves and tying themselves to each other in some naturally knitted dance
where they commence making their own boom and crash and whizz, pop, bangs of splattered emotive residue.
I refer, of course, with all depth of meaning,
to you
The woven basket flies beyond the window as if attached to a balloon
with a slow draining leak.
I watch it go ...
The faint flurry of bird tune carries in through a crack in a window.
I let go
of my ability to origami torn lengths of feeling.
They begin keeling in on themselves and tying themselves to each other in some naturally knitted dance
where they commence making their own boom and crash and whizz, pop, bangs of splattered emotive residue.
I refer, of course, with all depth of meaning,
to you
The woven basket flies beyond the window as if attached to a balloon
with a slow draining leak.
I watch it go ...
#anger
#MovingOn
#healing
71 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
30th Jun 2020 1:24pm
30th Jun 2020 1:24pm
Rockhollow Series: Beyond the gate in June
Beyond the gate in June
Enchanted, I watch the rain and a Jay
pecking lifeblood from the weak. It calls
on open air, a croak -
shell collapses, cracking.
Litter under more rain.
We walk to waterside
and stare out
at mizzly tides,
bobbing boats
owned by men who'll plague them come warmer weather.
You lift rocks
where seaweed roots and I
collect a crab in my sand-tanned hands
so you can look at something sharper
and watch it slip away.
The swans swan in on lazy instream, ...
Enchanted, I watch the rain and a Jay
pecking lifeblood from the weak. It calls
on open air, a croak -
shell collapses, cracking.
Litter under more rain.
We walk to waterside
and stare out
at mizzly tides,
bobbing boats
owned by men who'll plague them come warmer weather.
You lift rocks
where seaweed roots and I
collect a crab in my sand-tanned hands
so you can look at something sharper
and watch it slip away.
The swans swan in on lazy instream, ...
#river
#nature
#freedom
73 reads
10 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 12:00pm
24th Jun 2020 12:00pm
Rockhollow Series: Folk and foraging
I caught the Summer in my bones. I am
but a fool for verbena-swings, Tiger moths and thyme mountains.
Rose of everything. Life is ticking on.
So this is the path I'll take,
and I've been making
nettle seed parcels
- gifting them freely,
dandelion honey in jars sit half-drunk
in others homes where feet can't venture.
I wasn't wise.
I gave myself meekly
but sometimes
you gotta walk wrong roads a while to get right.
So here,
watching flying ants make pancakes on the lawn
and sketching shadows of ferns on...
but a fool for verbena-swings, Tiger moths and thyme mountains.
Rose of everything. Life is ticking on.
So this is the path I'll take,
and I've been making
nettle seed parcels
- gifting them freely,
dandelion honey in jars sit half-drunk
in others homes where feet can't venture.
I wasn't wise.
I gave myself meekly
but sometimes
you gotta walk wrong roads a while to get right.
So here,
watching flying ants make pancakes on the lawn
and sketching shadows of ferns on...
#nature
#rebirth
#morality #healing
#morality #healing
95 reads
20 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 9:50am
1st Apr 2020 9:50am
WarmUp
I confessed to all my grieving,
ten years I've been trying to cut you down
vines of you keep winding and reeling
up the nostrils,
a suffocating cloud.
I wonder if you know how parasitic
your existence is upon the bones of me,
living in a present tense,
regurgitating us, over and again.
I wonder if you sleep on pillows,
stuffed with thorns of looks I gave and things I said,
I wonder if you chest starts beating when you contemplate my end inside your head.
I wonder if we'll regret those choices, choices made to keep us calm and...
ten years I've been trying to cut you down
vines of you keep winding and reeling
up the nostrils,
a suffocating cloud.
I wonder if you know how parasitic
your existence is upon the bones of me,
living in a present tense,
regurgitating us, over and again.
I wonder if you sleep on pillows,
stuffed with thorns of looks I gave and things I said,
I wonder if you chest starts beating when you contemplate my end inside your head.
I wonder if we'll regret those choices, choices made to keep us calm and...
#love
#aging
127 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Apr 2020 00:08am
1st Apr 2020 00:08am
Weight
I miss you
as if I'm head under tepid bath water
waiting for air.
as if I'm head under tepid bath water
waiting for air.
#identity
#honesty
#humankind
106 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Mar 2020 6:17am
27th Mar 2020 6:17am
Falling hard
Roll me up
as a crisp packet
and dispose where no one will see.
Crush me
to ice on a snowy bank,
as soil on a no-dig bed.
Though
don't make
eye contact for I
don't have eyes that can stay,
they weren't made for more
than casual harm, see -
pain hurts less than love,
your boot less than your lips.
No fingers through hair,
none laced between mine,
just
burn them, sear them,
throw knives upon them,
I can take that
but I don't have the strength for your affection nor smile.
as a crisp packet
and dispose where no one will see.
Crush me
to ice on a snowy bank,
as soil on a no-dig bed.
Though
don't make
eye contact for I
don't have eyes that can stay,
they weren't made for more
than casual harm, see -
pain hurts less than love,
your boot less than your lips.
No fingers through hair,
none laced between mine,
just
burn them, sear them,
throw knives upon them,
I can take that
but I don't have the strength for your affection nor smile.
#love
#hurt
128 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Mar 2020 6:43pm
26th Mar 2020 6:43pm
Hollowed Mouse.
Here,
here in my home with these white four walls, with a roof overhead and a garden and a microwave oven and a wood-burning stove I am drowned by my reality. Here,
here in my pit after binge eating pineapple until stomach gives up and tongue splits on acid, it chases me down.
The sensation cuts that I always was a rotten ship any sailor would be mad to climb aboard and claim their vessel.
Light seems to call to a close, heavy drapes of this life show thread-bare sections,
sickness and destitution pour in.
Poverty isn't as terrifying as pandemic
but...
here in my home with these white four walls, with a roof overhead and a garden and a microwave oven and a wood-burning stove I am drowned by my reality. Here,
here in my pit after binge eating pineapple until stomach gives up and tongue splits on acid, it chases me down.
The sensation cuts that I always was a rotten ship any sailor would be mad to climb aboard and claim their vessel.
Light seems to call to a close, heavy drapes of this life show thread-bare sections,
sickness and destitution pour in.
Poverty isn't as terrifying as pandemic
but...
#sadness
#loneliness
#fear
64 reads
3 Comments
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