Poetry Blogs (2019, 2019)
Martin Elder on Some thoughts on the definitions of "Smudge" as per Merriam-Webster (54 minutes ago)
Night after night sleep evades me
Worry and doubt racing to flood every corner of available space…banishing any chance for the peace my mind so desperately needs
It is a summer night in the south, yet I feel cold
My body curls in on itself, struggling to keep the shattered remnants from falling apart once more
My eyes sting from tears I’m too stubborn to let fall
My voice abandons m...
Monday 17th June 2019 5:22 am
What do you see?
Do you see my cracks?
Worn down by a life of this masquerade
Decay hiding behind a lovely picture
Do you see beauty as the sun shines upon me?
or my crumbling pillars?
...do you see nothing but ruins?
Something destined to be forgotten in time...
Can one find elegance in the desolation?
My walls may bow, but my foundation stays strong
I have weathered...
Wednesday 12th June 2019 3:30 pm
I feel cold
As the blood in my veins harden like cement causing any task to grow exponentially in its difficulty
I feel cold
As tears build behind a damn that would not allow even a drop to escape until it crumbles to the ground on its final day
I feel cold
As my stomach begins to devour itself in desperation from its starvation all the wile refusing to take in any sustenance
Wednesday 12th June 2019 2:31 am
Today I smile, which is one of many lies
I boast of strength, resolve, and pride in myself…all of which I do not currently feel.
Breathing is strained…my body pushed past exhaustion.
My voice a lifeless recording rattling off lines that are perfectly crafted to fulfill their purpose of deceit
Limbs creak in their protest to keep step with a dance born from music long since forgotten...
Monday 10th June 2019 9:11 pm
The bucket of water distorts
the image of the sky when kicked
a mirror stretching into infinite ovals.
In this I am a golden leaf
and the light stretches through me
a ragged parchment in candle-light.
Where the green shadows
intersect with the love we live
I can see a buried garden-
a lazy, hothouse dream
of terracotta and porcelain
and thieves in the night
that went to sleep u...
Friday 24th May 2019 12:23 am
I saw it as growth
I was proud if my progress
...to be able to speak of my struggle
...to be able to be openabout something I always kept inside
Always the one to suffer in silence
Always telling people I was "fine" when I was falling apart
I was proud
But it would seem I was wrong
No one wants to hear it
No one wants to see it
No one wants to know it
So be quiet.....
Monday 6th May 2019 4:43 pm