Submissions by nomoth
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction sense of place
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 12:57pm
Today 12:57pm
Hymnal: Mass of the Specific. Mass of the Pacific.
(for Rainbow Prophecy competition)
Mass of the Specific
being lost was never the problem
these sentient scars breathe
a longing,
to see guiding constellations
in a dandelion seed
when it splits and disperses.
If I could survey the rabbit tracks
on the lay of you. And know where they lead
I would burn your church down:
see the little snares in the grass.
and I can’t dismantle their metal, not in
this life...
Mass of the Specific
being lost was never the problem
these sentient scars breathe
a longing,
to see guiding constellations
in a dandelion seed
when it splits and disperses.
If I could survey the rabbit tracks
on the lay of you. And know where they lead
I would burn your church down:
see the little snares in the grass.
and I can’t dismantle their metal, not in
this life...
#identity
#nature
#religion
21 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th May 2019 10:01pm
17th May 2019 10:01pm
fur raging
the seamstress in you, were we to wrestle
would skin for a ribbon
my port wine stain
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions
‘knowing why I am so stable’
‘why I am so strong’
you should never waver in your asking
in the undressing
you should cauter for a sequin
my birthmark, like your dress ...
would skin for a ribbon
my port wine stain
count the times you’ve asked and now you know,
a lip smacked in appetite satisfying old questions
‘knowing why I am so stable’
‘why I am so strong’
you should never waver in your asking
in the undressing
you should cauter for a sequin
my birthmark, like your dress ...
#love
#respect
54 reads
15 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
15th May 2019 8:52pm
15th May 2019 8:52pm
Birth to Islands - snowglobes
Your eyes are in an ice storm,
baby red-raw
see underneath your glassy
shield a coral
and curious fish
sniffing tips
of fingers probing
then turn to leap, plastic sick
with wings that make you yelp
from out your bowl.
You are dancing in a hurricane,
wild ballerina
see you lose yourself
in chaotic patterns
yearning to perfect
and home in to the source
of the display of bees drunk
on the beats of their own wings.
Your soles sticky on lemonade gravel ...
baby red-raw
see underneath your glassy
shield a coral
and curious fish
sniffing tips
of fingers probing
then turn to leap, plastic sick
with wings that make you yelp
from out your bowl.
You are dancing in a hurricane,
wild ballerina
see you lose yourself
in chaotic patterns
yearning to perfect
and home in to the source
of the display of bees drunk
on the beats of their own wings.
Your soles sticky on lemonade gravel ...
#children
#dreams
#environment
45 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2019 11:02pm
11th May 2019 11:02pm
no tears except in wings
as she sails away under a blanket eye
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
as she falls underneath the rooftops into her garden
to nestle and rest;
in oceans she will disappear.
not a drop,
not a drop dear Lord
poured to you;
the scales are balanced unevenly.
These are my maps I’m making her.
#kindness
#mother
#MentalHealth
59 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th May 2019 8:49pm
10th May 2019 8:49pm
my casino
abandoned {low odds}
in black-eyed sweltering nature
my vertigo of spontaneous self
a naked assertion saving bird soul
soft to the tooth
head of a snake tasted
is bitten off
orchestra conscious now
black-blink in mid-symphony
play I'm still here
little rainbows digging up
the horizon
little shadow ...
in black-eyed sweltering nature
my vertigo of spontaneous self
a naked assertion saving bird soul
soft to the tooth
head of a snake tasted
is bitten off
orchestra conscious now
black-blink in mid-symphony
play I'm still here
little rainbows digging up
the horizon
little shadow ...
#dark
#shadows
43 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th May 2019 10:31pm
8th May 2019 10:31pm
kites fly and I don't
purveyor of metaphysical revolver
storing flyers for the second grooming.
within an enchantment
lays the everlasting, over-touched
under-requested response.
an embellished lie
for the hard of reckoning.
Early stopping halt movement.
desperately choosing
between the straights of Madagascar
and the floor of Canada.
oh god. group therapists deliberate upon those doors un-entered
and fermented at the back of conscience library
today on...
storing flyers for the second grooming.
within an enchantment
lays the everlasting, over-touched
under-requested response.
an embellished lie
for the hard of reckoning.
Early stopping halt movement.
desperately choosing
between the straights of Madagascar
and the floor of Canada.
oh god. group therapists deliberate upon those doors un-entered
and fermented at the back of conscience library
today on...
#nature
#evolution
#LifeCycle
35 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th May 2019 11:11pm
5th May 2019 11:11pm
death throes of a shadow boxing king
Analogue.
'The safety was off in the end.'
The ribbons and the butcher’s aprons
re-washed clean over and again
until the canvas is bare,
the page is blank
the skin red raw
until the garden's ripped back to soil.
And spring doesn’t mean much
on the streets around here.
Another mother’s cradle cuddle,
numbing first thoughts to annihilate
whatever her child seeds may bring.
Shell-shocked deaf
to women screaming
"...feed the beast last."
We saved a...
'The safety was off in the end.'
The ribbons and the butcher’s aprons
re-washed clean over and again
until the canvas is bare,
the page is blank
the skin red raw
until the garden's ripped back to soil.
And spring doesn’t mean much
on the streets around here.
Another mother’s cradle cuddle,
numbing first thoughts to annihilate
whatever her child seeds may bring.
Shell-shocked deaf
to women screaming
"...feed the beast last."
We saved a...
#war
#PTSD
#healing
28 reads
12 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd May 2019 00:39am
2nd May 2019 00:39am
where i swallowed myself in a swan song dream (revised
In days to come
they will merge like one grey river
into which nothing will flourish
or breathe or whisper
a dear true line of love.
It disables every movement,
It rots my crumbling columns
Onto which my awkward footsteps trip.
It had once felt so unattainable
yet by some breeze’s tender stroke
bespoken to whatever spell
could drag by the hair
this stuporous fledgling
towards a smidgeon of beauty.
and a sense of refinement.
To forget is this insane??????
This mission I’ve been leading. ...
they will merge like one grey river
into which nothing will flourish
or breathe or whisper
a dear true line of love.
It disables every movement,
It rots my crumbling columns
Onto which my awkward footsteps trip.
It had once felt so unattainable
yet by some breeze’s tender stroke
bespoken to whatever spell
could drag by the hair
this stuporous fledgling
towards a smidgeon of beauty.
and a sense of refinement.
To forget is this insane??????
This mission I’ve been leading. ...
#love
#hope
#SelfReflection
22 reads
5 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Apr 2019 10:41pm
28th Apr 2019 10:41pm
Black Cohosh Bleeding
Poetry Noir: The Dame That Got Away competition
i
breath
her breathing wakes me
she smokes cigarettes so she can see her breath
so the space between us is perceptible.
ii
She nurses her highball
like she’s balancing on a matchstick
in an arsonist’s bedroom.
Lipstick red as Moscow,
chestnut hair, her roots showing dark
and eyes of dead-ends, bad men and rhinestone teardrops.
I’m on a trip for biscuits
and she’s the terminus.
I play a line...
i
breath
her breathing wakes me
she smokes cigarettes so she can see her breath
so the space between us is perceptible.
ii
She nurses her highball
like she’s balancing on a matchstick
in an arsonist’s bedroom.
Lipstick red as Moscow,
chestnut hair, her roots showing dark
and eyes of dead-ends, bad men and rhinestone teardrops.
I’m on a trip for biscuits
and she’s the terminus.
I play a line...
#dark
#romantic
#PopCulture
23 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 10:33pm
24th Apr 2019 10:33pm
On Maps (Pillars of the Temple competition)
As I wait here freezing
sat upon your golden garden,
I retrace the path my boots created
over fresh and alien grass.
My torch light softly shining
over an expert's rabbit's tracks.
And no crown of trees could blockade
my self-drawn constellations
the drunken compass swings
of its own heartbeat's dance.
#KahlilGibran
sat upon your golden garden,
I retrace the path my boots created
over fresh and alien grass.
My torch light softly shining
over an expert's rabbit's tracks.
And no crown of trees could blockade
my self-drawn constellations
the drunken compass swings
of its own heartbeat's dance.
#KahlilGibran
#LifeCycle
16 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Apr 2019 8:06pm
24th Apr 2019 8:06pm
From Metropolis to Polis
A coastal swim.
Senses deranged
from our floundering spirits
struggling in shallow water.
A Pakistani blossom drive
then home
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.
Beautiful minds stroll
right on through the room
where in moonlight drowning
we unsettle the maggots
by staring the darkness out
as an inclement anabasis
weaves itself
around the cleft-palate
we...
Senses deranged
from our floundering spirits
struggling in shallow water.
A Pakistani blossom drive
then home
to 20 bottles of red wine and dreams.
Beautiful minds stroll
right on through the room
where in moonlight drowning
we unsettle the maggots
by staring the darkness out
as an inclement anabasis
weaves itself
around the cleft-palate
we...
#sea
#sun
#alcohol #travel
#alcohol #travel
20 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Apr 2019 00:25am
22nd Apr 2019 00:25am
Mountain Song
Bar open my eyelids, pin back my ears
hit my chest with your war.
A charge to whoever can
claim this name and land.
Stopped and to breath
these fleeting astral memories
of what this life ought to be.
Oh! The gaze over realms
And the mountain prays
and away we go
And the fog that stole
when the mystery called
Flung wide these days, well into your sight
Caught in a fly’s parade and we laughed
forever; too wired to play,
describe and realize
we’re soaring upon rivers.
So...
hit my chest with your war.
A charge to whoever can
claim this name and land.
Stopped and to breath
these fleeting astral memories
of what this life ought to be.
Oh! The gaze over realms
And the mountain prays
and away we go
And the fog that stole
when the mystery called
Flung wide these days, well into your sight
Caught in a fly’s parade and we laughed
forever; too wired to play,
describe and realize
we’re soaring upon rivers.
So...
#inspirational
#nature
27 reads
2 Comments
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