Submissions by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2024 10:38am
11th May 2024 10:38am
Peace is
Peace
is a fastidious beast,
it's limbs, long and sinewed
are blush pink and pale white,
crawling across the antiquated nature
of green. I've been above it before -
as it acts
like salicylic acid upon the skins of time,
the dead shed,
crumbling as compost to grow something again,
and the body relinquishing
without fight or fawning.
There's nothing to fawn to
with peace,
nothing too overstretched or burrowing to make
for less than gentlest endeavors.
I watch the Spring spring on a new,
all the...
is a fastidious beast,
it's limbs, long and sinewed
are blush pink and pale white,
crawling across the antiquated nature
of green. I've been above it before -
as it acts
like salicylic acid upon the skins of time,
the dead shed,
crumbling as compost to grow something again,
and the body relinquishing
without fight or fawning.
There's nothing to fawn to
with peace,
nothing too overstretched or burrowing to make
for less than gentlest endeavors.
I watch the Spring spring on a new,
all the...
#home
#nature
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Apr 2024 12:30pm
8th Apr 2024 12:30pm
Olive Trees, Lunar Eclipse, Cowardice
Olive Trees, Lunar Eclipse, Uselessness.
They say 'Seek out higher ground before sunset,
let the eye scan west as the Sun is skipped
over our skyline, into the unending abyss.'
Let it envelope you, in the cold, seven fifty five,
while someone else's seven fifty five consists
of bombs and starvation and grief and bloodshed.
We are inconsequential, we are entitled,
nothing like keys awaiting their ancestral home.
Our dalliance with life is trivial,
and yet, by some grace, reaching into the darkness,
the split second touch with an...
They say 'Seek out higher ground before sunset,
let the eye scan west as the Sun is skipped
over our skyline, into the unending abyss.'
Let it envelope you, in the cold, seven fifty five,
while someone else's seven fifty five consists
of bombs and starvation and grief and bloodshed.
We are inconsequential, we are entitled,
nothing like keys awaiting their ancestral home.
Our dalliance with life is trivial,
and yet, by some grace, reaching into the darkness,
the split second touch with an...
#dreams
#moon
#night
#sleep
#nightmares
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Apr 2024 9:00am
6th Apr 2024 9:00am
Before the Sigh
Before the Sigh
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
#sun
#sky
#spring #dawn
#spring #dawn
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Apr 2024 9:15am
5th Apr 2024 9:15am
There are no geese at Coastguards
There are no geese at Coastguards
It's not unheard of for the sea to abandon
everything by morning.
I go when the tide is low
have always wanted to see the full shape of land
undressed as an island.
While taking a loop,
only accessible when she's out there -
and I'm back in,
we become
somewhat restful.
I spot a barrel,
petrol blue,
larger than a jutting stone,
half full and languishing on one side -
goose barnacles attached to his ribs,
screaming for life, small heads
seeking, rising,...
It's not unheard of for the sea to abandon
everything by morning.
I go when the tide is low
have always wanted to see the full shape of land
undressed as an island.
While taking a loop,
only accessible when she's out there -
and I'm back in,
we become
somewhat restful.
I spot a barrel,
petrol blue,
larger than a jutting stone,
half full and languishing on one side -
goose barnacles attached to his ribs,
screaming for life, small heads
seeking, rising,...
#environment
#pollution
#nature
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2024 11:35pm
4th Apr 2024 11:35pm
Post-Childhood Self-Mothering
Post-Childhood Mothering
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
I wrap my body
around the body of my unguided youth,
the child who wept at a speedway, lost, on their own,
who saw photos of her sister long before she met her,
knew her Father's name
only by the name she decided
outside towering Old Bailey,
who knew the affliction of errors in white crochet,
man's hands before knowing how to soften them,
fear before fear had a face,
dreamt of warriors and peaches and bicycle rides,
experienced life upon life upon desert -
held and rocked and fathomed ...
#motherhood
#childhood
#memories #aging
#memories #aging
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Apr 2024 12:45pm
4th Apr 2024 12:45pm
University
University
Hysteria ii.
My Mother was a sales agent,
single parent, brimmed with sickness,
that foamed over the top on any given day
that ended in a 'Why'.
My Grandmother was a homemaker,
a gardener's assistant,
her wrists and eyes and ribcage
were often stained black and blue.
My Great-Grandmother owned a button shop,
my Great-Grandfather bought to keep her busy.
And the other was a tight rope walker, a traveller,
community finally abandoned.
I am the first,
I am the first woman in my...
Hysteria ii.
My Mother was a sales agent,
single parent, brimmed with sickness,
that foamed over the top on any given day
that ended in a 'Why'.
My Grandmother was a homemaker,
a gardener's assistant,
her wrists and eyes and ribcage
were often stained black and blue.
My Great-Grandmother owned a button shop,
my Great-Grandfather bought to keep her busy.
And the other was a tight rope walker, a traveller,
community finally abandoned.
I am the first,
I am the first woman in my...
#mother
#women
#evolution
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
2nd Apr 2024 10:59am
Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Mar 2024 6:56pm
25th Mar 2024 6:56pm
Anemoi )one to one(
After the burning.
Lift the lid and let waves
flood cobblestones and corridors -
the damned find their bare feet
washed clean of youthful mistakes,
and your eyes linger, wide,
visceral panic I've seen painted
on the walls of time,
you and I, tongues tied,
your fists, my insides.
Let ourselves down, fall out,
fall around, drown
in the weight of your tears,
the rouge you've left
on my left side.
And the rain pours,
shatters on rooftops,
petals from blanched skies,
your voice and...
Lift the lid and let waves
flood cobblestones and corridors -
the damned find their bare feet
washed clean of youthful mistakes,
and your eyes linger, wide,
visceral panic I've seen painted
on the walls of time,
you and I, tongues tied,
your fists, my insides.
Let ourselves down, fall out,
fall around, drown
in the weight of your tears,
the rouge you've left
on my left side.
And the rain pours,
shatters on rooftops,
petals from blanched skies,
your voice and...
#sadness
#anger
#home #job
#home #job
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Jan 2024 12:01pm
27th Jan 2024 12:01pm
Raise the wolves
Raise the wolves
Hold back oceans, tear out walls,
march to the capital, burn it all down,
someone light pyres,
someone change laws,
someone believe women
like their fevers are more
than sailing through tides,
storms - all that matters.
Someone drum the Moon dance,
someone stir the pots,
tend to the harmed,
tend to the healing
and hold it,
like an elder might,
watch hungered embers
rise ever higher,
smoke colliding with a soft-pink sky,
feasting on those
who crashed our world's right...
Hold back oceans, tear out walls,
march to the capital, burn it all down,
someone light pyres,
someone change laws,
someone believe women
like their fevers are more
than sailing through tides,
storms - all that matters.
Someone drum the Moon dance,
someone stir the pots,
tend to the harmed,
tend to the healing
and hold it,
like an elder might,
watch hungered embers
rise ever higher,
smoke colliding with a soft-pink sky,
feasting on those
who crashed our world's right...
#anger
#women
#responsibility
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jan 2024 6:44am
24th Jan 2024 6:44am
Dilution
After someone has cornered you, dominated you,
broken you down,
stripped you back until all that you are is their needs,
their wants, pain and rejection the closest taste of love,
after you grow a backbone enough to see the degrading dynamic for what it is,
they'll try bullying,
they'll try negotiating,
pacifying, lashing out,
gaslighting,
they'll try pretending they never understood,
or you never made it clear,
you never seemed in pain,
they'll try tears,
to call you home,
only to reject you again, ...
broken you down,
stripped you back until all that you are is their needs,
their wants, pain and rejection the closest taste of love,
after you grow a backbone enough to see the degrading dynamic for what it is,
they'll try bullying,
they'll try negotiating,
pacifying, lashing out,
gaslighting,
they'll try pretending they never understood,
or you never made it clear,
you never seemed in pain,
they'll try tears,
to call you home,
only to reject you again, ...
#anger
#regret
#abuse #bullying
#abuse #bullying
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Jan 2024 7:44am
21st Jan 2024 7:44am
Womanhood
We don't speak about it,
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
us females,
us one in four,
us, who worry we might trigger someone,
we don't,
we share spoken word about nature, about comedy,
about the way we circumnavigated the seas,
we talk about death and politics,
the human experience over tea.
But I want you to know I'd hold you
if you want to talk about DV,
or addiction or abuse or whatever chaos
occured that lingers behind the teeth.
I would hold space for the discomfort,
quietly bow to the silenced once before.
We are the one in three howling, ...
#women
#abuse
#DomesticViolence
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SELF POEM
Published
20th Jan 2024 10:20pm
20th Jan 2024 10:20pm
Ten years after the statement TW:SA
#strength
#hope
#home
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