I write backwards
in search of beginnings
because now can’t decide when.
For every bird chirp
there’s an empty nest,
and stars hate to dress
for dinner when
wishes
stain their best glitter.
There is too much boring
in narrow minds that
walk black lines because
dreaming requires new crayons.
Welcome to my random,
my unpredictable, my disconnect
to connect to a butterfly
while water boils.
Madness sits on the tip of my pencil.
She hates lists, using ink for temporary,
and my obscure aversion to seeing
someone lick the palm of their hand.
"dreaming requires new crayons"
ReplyDeleteSo true. My favourite line
Much🌼love
So perfect Susie! I love the dark madness here. The stars hating
ReplyDeleteto dress for dinner...classic! I say all this while licking the palm of my hand...sloooowwly.
to connect to a butterfly
ReplyDeletewhile water boils.
Yep, that's us poets!
Love the bird chirp stanza so much, and the need for new crayons.......so cool, Susie.
ReplyDeleteThis is nice, Susie, 'What makes one tick?'
ReplyDeleteSmiles at the end also, who licks their palms?
Would you have an "aversion to seeing" me rinse my hands after lunch using my glass of water and the table napkins? I do that sometimes, I don't like staying sticky.
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Gritty and precise.”there is to much Boring in narrow minds” “madness sits at the tip of my pencil” love it all :-)
ReplyDeleteOh that opening stanza ... is awesome. And it just gets better - what does that say about your mind? :) I guess "genius"
ReplyDeleteI love "Madness sits on the tip of my pencil". Excellent line.
ReplyDeleteI live "Madness sits on the tip of my pencil". Excellent line and incredible thought.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderfully dark and intense. I love "Madness sits on the tip of my pencil."
ReplyDeleteI loved this write!!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to my random,
my unpredictable, my disconnect
to connect to a butterfly
while water boils.
ah the cauldron at full slow boil ~
ReplyDeletethis is absolute perfection - each word phrase, each stanza - startling for the image pairings and so delicious on the palate, the mind, but perhaps most importantly, the soul -
long may your Black Ink Howl Susie!
"Dreaming requires new crayons" - love that. Great poem, Susie.
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