meditation

Drawing a Blank

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Drawing a Blank

Drunken-lotus when I wrote this

I’m chokin’ on my brokenness

hopein’ against hopelessness

woke and I was scopin’ this

 

truth in our reality, ponderin’

where should I be, wonderin’

calamity, astonishment

at query of accomplishments

 

this verse is dumbfounded and

this verse is dumbfounded and

I curse this unfounded and

Herculean logician canned

 

Olympian delusions

many eons and no solutions

egocentric push got me listenin’

to Kendrick’s Kush and Corinthians

 

cramming solutions to the feat

in the fetal position, repeated

achievement unsaid and unlocked

dragging myself out of bed when I block

 

all the straggling self-hate that says

 

this poem is a lie to self

this poem says goodbye to health

throw him evil-eye yourself

this poem is a cry for help

 

help, help, help, help

 

I added melodrama here

so you could save what’s left

 

even the Dali Lama fears

nature of life bereft

 

an empty diorama, years

neglected and distressed

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Written for imaginary garden with real toads Literary Excursions with Kerry ~ Metafiction.

Day 30 – This Poem is not a Poem

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This Poem is not a Poem

This stanza’s not a masterpiece

This stanza’s not a golden fleece

This verse is not a tribute to dead parents who raised me

This verse cannot contribute to treaded paths dreamt amazing

 

This stanza won’t shake Mt. Olympus from its mythos

This stanza won’t make an ambitious bum less vicious

This verse won’t disperse the curses from my broken heart

This verse won’t traverse the forces forcing us apart

 

This stanza’s not a blueprint for earning Osiris’ favor

This stanza’s not a movement for learning from misbehavior

This verse was the penultimate one, earning no solace

This verse is an obstructionist, returning to lawless

 

This stanza is the end of a missive with no fulfillment

Bonanza of fool’s gold, omissive in truth’s distilment

This verse is the penultimate, returned to souls porous

Reversing the discourse can’t be earned with no chorus.

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Thanks for hanging with me through this year’s NaPoWriMo. See you next year, same bat-time, same bat-channel.

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Day 25 – Universal Truth

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Universal Truth

Crust moves, Earth-grooves, Jurassic pace

orbiting, spinning, winning annual race

sun streaks along axis, galactic arm

Milky Way hurtles away

from its collective farm

 

Infinite universe expands

under universal demand

I land on my back, dreamland,

earthbound in my remand

knowing nothing’s ever still.

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My second still poem for dVerse Quadrille #31, hosted by Grace. I normally try not to go to the same well twice in a row during NaPoWriMo, but I’m sapped for ideas. I’m running on fumes and limping to the barn, but racking my brain is helping with my depression a bit, and I think I can make it to the end! Five more, people!

Drop by and check out everyone’s contributions to this prompt.

Day 23 – Meditation Revisited

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Meditation Revisited

Breathe deep, feel yourself dissolve into peace

Fill your lungs with air, let the healing grow

Settle into now, silence your mouthpiece

 

Feel your pulse slowing, heart pressure decrease

Allow you to be, unclench the ego

Breathe deep, feel yourself dissolve into peace

 

Don’t fight the tempo, throw out the timepiece

Inhale the moment, the turbulent flow

Settle into now, silence your mouthpiece

 

We are to suffer, until we decease

Exhale the poison; gift to the willow

Breathe deep, feel yourself dissolve into peace

 

Do you ruminate? Just breathe and release

What was staccato, now leveled tempo

Settle into now, silence your mouthpiece

 

Imagine oneness with null masterpiece

Soft summer current born from undertow

Breathe deep, feel yourself dissolve into peace

Settle into now, silence your mouthpiece.

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This poetic form is called a villanelle. 

Day 22 – The Trouble with Meditation

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The Trouble with Meditation

Harmony eludes me

tranquility and calming sea

“come”

opaque at the surface,

questing,

staring through shallow

into cavernous shadow

pulling the soul

from white meat

toppling temporal balance,

body teeters into terror

jerking me back into

here and now,

“forth!”

shaken and sullen, I

sit, gasping in wonder

at what softly,

firmly

pulled at my mitochondria

could be possibly made of

other than filaments of

pattern-recognizing, bias-confirming

imagination

and not the gentle whispers

of the depths chanting

a single phrase until

my subconscious soul

heard and almost complied

with the amorphous command

“come forth!”

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via Daily Prompt: Harmony