A poem

Person looking intensely through their reflection
Photo by Alexei Maridashvili on Unsplash

Voices split
By my reflection;
Your body is not something
To fear,
But something to live by.
Your mind is not something
To fear,
But something to live by.
20, 30, years of mistrust
Of the boat called life —
(Don’t rock this catalyst!)
Experience spells electricity
In my cells,
Carries me to
The depths of hell
Tortures me like justice…

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A poem

A vining plant growing upwards beyond a trellis
Photo by Shelby teach on Unsplash

My past is like the dirt
Of the forest floor
The quiet, restful, food
Nourishing my will —
Like reaching ivy —
To burst forth from the ground
And curl towards the sun —
Like I believe
I’ll get there.
Leaves crispy and spotted,
greying and motted —
I’ll get there.
For with every death,
My…

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Apr 2

A Poem

A picture of floral wellies on concrete next to plants growing in the crack of the sidewalk.
Photo by Jen Theodore on Unsplash

Man rhymes with nature,

For nature rhymes with itself.

All life displays the will to power.

As a weed grows up through concrete-

It is not so against nature,

It is not the “arrogance of man”

That makes him live among forest fires

And ice storms-

It is the will…

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Mar 20

A poem

Canned food aisle with empty shelves.
Photo by John Cameron on Unsplash

The fall of man on deaf ears.

I wanted to write them a story

But they were already living it.

I wanted to go on a trip,

But God laughed-

Pulled me- a sheep

Lifted the wool off doubtful eyes.

The young may now have to remember

How to be…

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Ordinary Thorn

Ordinary Thorn

Professional Eccentric. Unprofessional Organizer. Writer. Cat lover. Tea drinker. Frugal & Utilitarian Minimalist. Van (or truck camper?) Lifer. Poetry Fan.