Submissions by rowantree (Rowan E.)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction Closest thing to birdsong.
SELF POEM
Published
24th Nov 2020 5:33pm
24th Nov 2020 5:33pm
!!!!: Audacity
I've happily hopped fences
for glowing ghostly roses
and their freezing dew's
kisses.
On chosen nights
I climb the gates,
step between wrought iron spikes
and sneak spirit-dances in the stillness of graves.
Undoubting, feeling nothing but alive,
I have trespassed,
escaped
to devour nights with my love
and let the moon can taste more of me.
Upon waking, I remembered my power.
I stopped to delight
in the commonplace claws of daybreak.
Today I did not flee; I am
bleeding bright audacity. ...
for glowing ghostly roses
and their freezing dew's
kisses.
On chosen nights
I climb the gates,
step between wrought iron spikes
and sneak spirit-dances in the stillness of graves.
Undoubting, feeling nothing but alive,
I have trespassed,
escaped
to devour nights with my love
and let the moon can taste more of me.
Upon waking, I remembered my power.
I stopped to delight
in the commonplace claws of daybreak.
Today I did not flee; I am
bleeding bright audacity. ...
#happiness
#hope
#courage
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SELF POEM
Published
18th Jul 2020 7:38pm
18th Jul 2020 7:38pm
!!!: Rivers
Suddenly,
being needed is heaven,
and heaven is right here and now
in the Texas hills
by the Guadalupe
with little ones to look after
even when they are pure ruckus
and the day is too hot and still.
The sweat comes
and flows, a flood to fill
the driest emptiness.
There's a river
dripping down my back
and shaking me by the shoulders -
carving my heart
into something smoother,
older,
snaking under shirt,
winding over breast
leaving goose-pimpled ...
being needed is heaven,
and heaven is right here and now
in the Texas hills
by the Guadalupe
with little ones to look after
even when they are pure ruckus
and the day is too hot and still.
The sweat comes
and flows, a flood to fill
the driest emptiness.
There's a river
dripping down my back
and shaking me by the shoulders -
carving my heart
into something smoother,
older,
snaking under shirt,
winding over breast
leaving goose-pimpled ...
#happiness
#river
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Jul 2020 4:37am
16th Jul 2020 4:37am
!!: The First Breath
Standing naked in the shadow
of the devil's belly,
in my dark lean-to,
I take a moment to release myself.
Not taking breaths,
but letting them in.
I realize
I am cold in this shade,
this black bite of turmoil,
and that it is dark enough
to see the shapes of whatever I want
and to keep myself haunted,
hungover from that goat man's gut
constantly hanging over.
Where the childhood wings were ripped out of my back,
I ache, finally -
I notice I'm clothed
in a chain
and a loose, heavy...
of the devil's belly,
in my dark lean-to,
I take a moment to release myself.
Not taking breaths,
but letting them in.
I realize
I am cold in this shade,
this black bite of turmoil,
and that it is dark enough
to see the shapes of whatever I want
and to keep myself haunted,
hungover from that goat man's gut
constantly hanging over.
Where the childhood wings were ripped out of my back,
I ache, finally -
I notice I'm clothed
in a chain
and a loose, heavy...
#hope
#freedom
#escape
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EROTIC POEM
Published
16th Jul 2020 3:30am
16th Jul 2020 3:30am
Seen
Angelic lips glow; a shimmering pout
drips coral softness from a perfect mouth
Someone walking switched to standing,
and a starving stare is landing
there, lighting a whisper
where the want has gripped her --
purest cruel call
of want pours all
cheapest
secrets
out.
drips coral softness from a perfect mouth
Someone walking switched to standing,
and a starving stare is landing
there, lighting a whisper
where the want has gripped her --
purest cruel call
of want pours all
cheapest
secrets
out.
#lust
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Jun 2020 1:11am
24th Jun 2020 1:11am
I. The Final Whine
When I thought less and loved more
I was happier.
When I was happier,
my voice flew
without flight feathers.
Singing was easy
and contagious.
I could make fearful men
join in.
I'd love to understand -
no, to control -
the forces that snared me in selfishness.
I want an instant replay
of when, and why, and how
my body became a cage
and I
this beast inside
that wakes when my heart
starts to tiptoe to my throat,
hoping to see the world for a minute -
hoping to escape -
only to...
I was happier.
When I was happier,
my voice flew
without flight feathers.
Singing was easy
and contagious.
I could make fearful men
join in.
I'd love to understand -
no, to control -
the forces that snared me in selfishness.
I want an instant replay
of when, and why, and how
my body became a cage
and I
this beast inside
that wakes when my heart
starts to tiptoe to my throat,
hoping to see the world for a minute -
hoping to escape -
only to...
#anxiety
#regret
#frustration
#disappointment
#hypocrisy
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2020 4:03am
1st May 2020 4:03am
grits
Beautiful bowl of grits,
steamy southern comfort -
you make the mornings.
I could never get tired of you.
I feel like the god in your creation story
when I cut off the stove,
spooning down fluffy gold
folds of you
into a big ol' bowl.
You're perfect,
so much so
you beg to be consumed.
Slowly.
I give you
one last drop
of tabasco
and a moment, a scent
cuts in -
fog on my glasses.
I breathe breakfast,
and...
steamy southern comfort -
you make the mornings.
I could never get tired of you.
I feel like the god in your creation story
when I cut off the stove,
spooning down fluffy gold
folds of you
into a big ol' bowl.
You're perfect,
so much so
you beg to be consumed.
Slowly.
I give you
one last drop
of tabasco
and a moment, a scent
cuts in -
fog on my glasses.
I breathe breakfast,
and...
#happiness
#food
#LifeCycle
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SELF POEM
Published
30th Apr 2020 5:42am
30th Apr 2020 5:42am
bags
they're under my eyes
and shoved into the corners of my childhood room
where I've set up temporary shop.
I had a car full of them
rocking down I10,
thought I might bust the bridge.
I don't want any more
things,
especially as Erykah Badu
sings and soothes me,
saying
let go, bag lady;
it is exhausting
to hold on.
All you need to hold onto
is you, she says,
which is why,
I guess,
no matter how tired I get
I know I picked the right reasons
to stay up too late.
...
and shoved into the corners of my childhood room
where I've set up temporary shop.
I had a car full of them
rocking down I10,
thought I might bust the bridge.
I don't want any more
things,
especially as Erykah Badu
sings and soothes me,
saying
let go, bag lady;
it is exhausting
to hold on.
All you need to hold onto
is you, she says,
which is why,
I guess,
no matter how tired I get
I know I picked the right reasons
to stay up too late.
...
#identity
#travel
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Apr 2020 6:01am
29th Apr 2020 6:01am
tailchase
I have been chasing my own tail
since this morning
completely lost
in distractions.
I know the scent, and the trail,
and the way,
but I've been finding every reason
to poke at bushes
pick up rocks,
and waste the day.
I noticed this time, though,
that the distractions
weren't working.
they didn't get me to turn back.
or even stop.
I have no clue where this ends,
but for my feet, bless them,
nothing but onward will do.
Here is thanking
the nighttime walk ...
since this morning
completely lost
in distractions.
I know the scent, and the trail,
and the way,
but I've been finding every reason
to poke at bushes
pick up rocks,
and waste the day.
I noticed this time, though,
that the distractions
weren't working.
they didn't get me to turn back.
or even stop.
I have no clue where this ends,
but for my feet, bless them,
nothing but onward will do.
Here is thanking
the nighttime walk ...
#identity
#dreams
#LifeCycle #freedom
#LifeCycle #freedom
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2020 5:47am
28th Apr 2020 5:47am
ocean
above my lungs
below my throat
holding up my neck -
there is an ocean,
speaking,
splashing,
a fight
and a harmony
of blues
and sunlights,
always making foam.
sandy skin -
the land it licks -
stands knee-deep in its hunger
to hold the whole damn universe,
and pull everything under.
about my spine,
between my ribs,
and beating all the time,
an ocean swallows everything,
unashamed.
below my throat
holding up my neck -
there is an ocean,
speaking,
splashing,
a fight
and a harmony
of blues
and sunlights,
always making foam.
sandy skin -
the land it licks -
stands knee-deep in its hunger
to hold the whole damn universe,
and pull everything under.
about my spine,
between my ribs,
and beating all the time,
an ocean swallows everything,
unashamed.
#love
#strength
#sea #SelfDiscovery
#sea #SelfDiscovery
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EROTIC POEM
Published
27th Apr 2020 4:02am
27th Apr 2020 4:02am
lentils
same old
residential
walls - and heat,
it’s late.
I’ve done well today;
the run still flushes my face -
I’m waiting on laundry
and to sink
into my favorite video game -
I’m working on something to eat.
a little pot of lentils,
with basil and a bay leaf.
got em over that heat,
just gentle enough to rouse them.
I’m staring them down
while they tremble
and I can’t help but dream
of some strong eyes on me,
watching me like I’m watching the lentils...
...
residential
walls - and heat,
it’s late.
I’ve done well today;
the run still flushes my face -
I’m waiting on laundry
and to sink
into my favorite video game -
I’m working on something to eat.
a little pot of lentils,
with basil and a bay leaf.
got em over that heat,
just gentle enough to rouse them.
I’m staring them down
while they tremble
and I can’t help but dream
of some strong eyes on me,
watching me like I’m watching the lentils...
...
#lust
#home
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EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Apr 2020 4:03am
26th Apr 2020 4:03am
the falling off the vine
i find myself
tipsy - that’s not the surprise -
in a paint-stained, pale gray sweatshirt,
my mom’s, now mine - far oversized
outside for the sleep of twilight,
listening to its cricket snores,
wearing absolutely nothing else
I leave a little light on me
And that last gulp of wine ricochets in my head
just enough to yank down inhibitions
like boxers, around my kind of head...
I tilt it back, let
wet lips show
begging quiet
for some inquisitive man
to come see...
the mosquitoes are the only...
tipsy - that’s not the surprise -
in a paint-stained, pale gray sweatshirt,
my mom’s, now mine - far oversized
outside for the sleep of twilight,
listening to its cricket snores,
wearing absolutely nothing else
I leave a little light on me
And that last gulp of wine ricochets in my head
just enough to yank down inhibitions
like boxers, around my kind of head...
I tilt it back, let
wet lips show
begging quiet
for some inquisitive man
to come see...
the mosquitoes are the only...
#lust
#erotic
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2020 5:20am
24th Apr 2020 5:20am
running
I ran a race today
But not on a track -
instead, on a slide
down the ditch of my back,
and I sped round the curves
of my strong little waist,
and clung; dashed my soothsaying
lips to the taste
of myself.
For I ran, once,
to try and escape,
but now, it's in circles
from sternum to nape,
adoring the bones
I was born to hold up -
I may sweeten, slow,
but by god, I won't stop,
for I'm faster than fear, now,
for once in my life -
and I take my time, being ...
But not on a track -
instead, on a slide
down the ditch of my back,
and I sped round the curves
of my strong little waist,
and clung; dashed my soothsaying
lips to the taste
of myself.
For I ran, once,
to try and escape,
but now, it's in circles
from sternum to nape,
adoring the bones
I was born to hold up -
I may sweeten, slow,
but by god, I won't stop,
for I'm faster than fear, now,
for once in my life -
and I take my time, being ...
#happiness
#hope
#freedom
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