Submissions by senid
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I say that I write for myself, but I am also realizing my poems want to be shared. Only recently started to think of myself as a writer. Frequently write trying to find some resolution to all the things inside of me.
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 5:30pm
6th Oct 2021 5:30pm
This body which is mine
In the cave of the ear, the bones, like stars
at the solstice, sit upright and still,
listening in on the air as the muscle and blood
listen in on the skeleton.
—Robert Bringhurst, "The Song of Ptahhotep," Gift of Tongues
This body which is mine
written June 1st, 2021
For too long
my body has listened for
phantom danger coming my way
my body tensed waiting.
Now I am training myself
to listen to the sound
of my solid solitary bones
the soft drumming of my blood
rushing and cresting
in the shores...
at the solstice, sit upright and still,
listening in on the air as the muscle and blood
listen in on the skeleton.
—Robert Bringhurst, "The Song of Ptahhotep," Gift of Tongues
This body which is mine
written June 1st, 2021
For too long
my body has listened for
phantom danger coming my way
my body tensed waiting.
Now I am training myself
to listen to the sound
of my solid solitary bones
the soft drumming of my blood
rushing and cresting
in the shores...
#SelfDiscovery
#healing
321 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Oct 2021 5:23pm
6th Oct 2021 5:23pm
My own four experiences with holes
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
—Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters"
My own four experiences with holes
written October 5th, 2021
1.
I walk down a road
I fall into a hole
This happens a few times
I stop walking down roads.
2.
I get tired of being stuck in one place
I decide to try again.
I walk down a road
A different road than before
I know holes can happen
I keep my eyes on my feet
Just in case.
3.
I walk down...
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
—Portia Nelson, "Autobiography in Five Short Chapters"
My own four experiences with holes
written October 5th, 2021
1.
I walk down a road
I fall into a hole
This happens a few times
I stop walking down roads.
2.
I get tired of being stuck in one place
I decide to try again.
I walk down a road
A different road than before
I know holes can happen
I keep my eyes on my feet
Just in case.
3.
I walk down...
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#healing
500 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 1:48pm
11th Sep 2021 1:48pm
floating and fleeing
floating and fleeing
written August 13th, 2021
floating and fleeing
I spin through the air
my hair flying out
my head thrown back
spinning and teasing
my throat exposed
to the graze of your teeth
catch me if you can
playing and following
far away from the world
until your hands
anchor me here and now
touching and caressing
each other.
written August 13th, 2021
floating and fleeing
I spin through the air
my hair flying out
my head thrown back
spinning and teasing
my throat exposed
to the graze of your teeth
catch me if you can
playing and following
far away from the world
until your hands
anchor me here and now
touching and caressing
each other.
#healing
320 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
11th Sep 2021 1:43pm
11th Sep 2021 1:43pm
Of me—Being
Of me—Being
written August 15th, 2021
Usually I have
no time or place
floating in the ether
until I whisper
my name
in your ear.
For a brief moment I am
here and now
known
anchored to this
time and place
with you.
In the index of my life
this moment will be listed
as one of the rare
occurrences
of me—
Being.
written August 15th, 2021
Usually I have
no time or place
floating in the ether
until I whisper
my name
in your ear.
For a brief moment I am
here and now
known
anchored to this
time and place
with you.
In the index of my life
this moment will be listed
as one of the rare
occurrences
of me—
Being.
#identity
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
329 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
10th Sep 2021 7:38pm
10th Sep 2021 7:38pm
My body mine
My body mine
written August 13th, 2021
I stand in the shower feeling
my hands on my body
the water on my hands
me in my body mine
my mind flies away
as it is so practiced in doing
1 time, 2 times, 26 times
I gently return
my mind back to my body
my body back to my hands
my hands back to the water
my presence back into my body
27 times and 28 times
until one day
however many times it takes
124 times or 1,238 times
I can stay here
with this body
that is
my body...
written August 13th, 2021
I stand in the shower feeling
my hands on my body
the water on my hands
me in my body mine
my mind flies away
as it is so practiced in doing
1 time, 2 times, 26 times
I gently return
my mind back to my body
my body back to my hands
my hands back to the water
my presence back into my body
27 times and 28 times
until one day
however many times it takes
124 times or 1,238 times
I can stay here
with this body
that is
my body...
#PTSD
404 reads
2 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
10th Sep 2021 7:36pm
10th Sep 2021 7:36pm
Touch me like the sun
#erotic
#sensual
631 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Aug 2021 2:55pm
13th Aug 2021 2:55pm
The world thrusts itself inside
I felt pain like an assault,
The old pain again
When the world thrusts itself inside,
when we have to take in the outside
—May Sarton, "Night Watch," Collected Poems
The world thrusts itself inside
written June 26th, 2021
The world rages through me
I wrap my arms around
cradling this body amongst the
flowers torn, leaves shredded, plants uprooted
until the fury passes
peace descends on the broken
some breath and start to mend
others their decay feeds the new.
The world thrusts...
The old pain again
When the world thrusts itself inside,
when we have to take in the outside
—May Sarton, "Night Watch," Collected Poems
The world thrusts itself inside
written June 26th, 2021
The world rages through me
I wrap my arms around
cradling this body amongst the
flowers torn, leaves shredded, plants uprooted
until the fury passes
peace descends on the broken
some breath and start to mend
others their decay feeds the new.
The world thrusts...
#LifeStruggles
#healing
350 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2021 3:12pm
10th Aug 2021 3:12pm
Falling into
Falling into
written July 7th, 2021
always a child
never a child
without a face
suspended in this twilight
no-where and in no-time
floating in air
my faith is
the tight grasp
keeping you from
falling into the abyss
where children are crushed
like fallen fruit—
or am I keeping you
from falling into grace?
written July 7th, 2021
always a child
never a child
without a face
suspended in this twilight
no-where and in no-time
floating in air
my faith is
the tight grasp
keeping you from
falling into the abyss
where children are crushed
like fallen fruit—
or am I keeping you
from falling into grace?
#healing
309 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Aug 2021 10:27pm
7th Aug 2021 10:27pm
Deception
Deception
written July 17th, 2021
I write deception
fabricating fictions
layer after layer of
perverse prevarications
surrounding my subject
with inventions and evasions
so that the truth
can be revealed
in the serpentine curves
of these words.
written July 17th, 2021
I write deception
fabricating fictions
layer after layer of
perverse prevarications
surrounding my subject
with inventions and evasions
so that the truth
can be revealed
in the serpentine curves
of these words.
#lies
#honesty
#deception
535 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Aug 2021 9:35pm
6th Aug 2021 9:35pm
The unknown in me
The unknown in me
written July 22nd, 2021
I collect words
and try to fit them
to my experiences
trying to capture
this moment right now—
it is all I have.
I—looks at the page
and writes a moment
while others peer over her shoulder
shaking their heads
curling up to sleep from the overwhelm
reaching out to change a word or phrase
we are all here
sometimes all at once
other times one at a time
I always think I know
who writes these words
this word...
written July 22nd, 2021
I collect words
and try to fit them
to my experiences
trying to capture
this moment right now—
it is all I have.
I—looks at the page
and writes a moment
while others peer over her shoulder
shaking their heads
curling up to sleep from the overwhelm
reaching out to change a word or phrase
we are all here
sometimes all at once
other times one at a time
I always think I know
who writes these words
this word...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
443 reads
7 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th Jul 2021 4:02pm
24th Jul 2021 4:02pm
Koan me
Who is writing this?
I am.
I am.
#identity
408 reads
6 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2021 2:38pm
19th Jul 2021 2:38pm
River rushing below bluffs
River rushing below bluffs
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not...
written July 7th, 2021
I dream of the bluffs
we visited that day
river rushing below
demarcating freedom
these years of practicing
flying away across fields
in preparation for this night
have made my wings strong
can I reach the bluffs?
float out over the river below?
escape these fields and rows
encompassing my life
I fly towards my future
until wings collapse trembling
on the edge of becoming
or breaking into pieces
I fall to the ground
Not...
#strength
#courage
#childhood #determination
#childhood #determination
294 reads
1 Comment
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