The tears start to boil
in
inside,
pull the skin out,
create a phantom
nonexistence
parts
out of comfort zone
alone,
not holding hands
barefooted
sometimes
on hot
asphalt
like in childhood
(did not stop at that time,
anticipating
the fun –
a body followed soul-
proceeded!)
I rate the hail
at highest scale,
pour the storm
on white field
to pedal
thru rows of
horizontal lines,
maybe these zombies
become alive…
how I then survive
such a battle…
Those words have
so many meanings
for one life…
type them with
fingers,
connected
to heart,
vena amoris
delivers a spark…
triggers: sight,
sounds, smell
sounds, smell
activate insight
in our mind,
drill a new pathway,
new thoughts,
new chance to align
with nature
your heart-
get up!
get your base
fire up!
For Corey's Friday Night RawFor d'Verse Are You Listing?
Great list poem, inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYes, words do take on many meanings throughout our lives. I remember going barefoot on asphalt (ouch!), popping tar bubbles with our toes...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
"going barefoot on asphalt" has so many meanings for me..This is a great write!
ReplyDeleteI like the spark and triggers to get up and and get fired up ~ Good one ~
ReplyDeleteIt's funny--I see several have commented on the "barefoot on hot asphalt" line and that's the one that caught my attention, too. We seemed to be able to withstand so much when we were kids and now--call me whimpy.
ReplyDeletesmiles...i like the last little bit there...the get up and fire up....barefoot on the asphalt makes my feet hurt just thinking about it...smiles.
ReplyDeleteThe older we get the less our bodies can take, but oh to break free, works for me
ReplyDeletefired up! love the build up.
ReplyDeleteVery vivid! I love the flow here of collating thoughts with verbs so befitting their place on horizontal lines.
ReplyDeleteZombies just Zombies Y
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Great flow and hum to this!!
ReplyDeleteThere is a lot of emotion in this piece, and your form really delivers!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have to be so strong as to not let emotions control us.
ReplyDeletedef. type them with fingers connected to the heart... i love how emotions can just flow through words...made visible with words... love the barefoot on hot concrete and the hail and storm images
ReplyDeleteFor me? It was tears boiling inside a cauldron ... great poem.
ReplyDeleteGreat stream of consciousness in this, it pours over the lip of the poem and pushes us along with it.
ReplyDeleteThis is an open mic night piece for sure, short hard hitting and full of attitude. There were some unforgiving lines, and that last paragraph about the triggers....yeah, triggers, wonderful. Great work and thanks for coming out!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks friends! Your reflections on the poem mean a fortune! :)xx
ReplyDeleteWow. Powerful!
ReplyDeleteK
More than one list here, all full of urgency.
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