"Reboot"

 

Reboot

 

Pessimism, like a pulsing drum,

beats a steady rhythm
along both temples.

The empathic one, absorbing

the pain, pulls it unto herself
with the power of a Dyson,

thus cleansing the room

of unnecessary debris,
protecting those who can’t

otherwise handle

the incessant pervasion
of negative information.

Permeation gone viral, she retreats

to recharge life’s battery, having long-since
mastered the process of shut-down and reboot.




                            ~~~ 

First published in The Write Place at the Write Time

http://www.thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org/poetry.html

September 22, 2014

"Lucidity"

 

Lucidity

 

Life’s rain has come again,

warmer this time,
but torrential in scope,

heavy and oppressive,

dark and near-endless,
a streaming veil to cover the light. 

No way to know

how long it will last,
unpredictable in nature,

erratic in intensity,

days of near-blackness
followed by mere moments of clarity. 




                    ~~~

First published in The Write Place at the Write Time

http://www.thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org/poetry.html

September 22, 2014

"Shell"

 

Shell

He withdrew to safety that

night, back into his shell,

wishing to be unseen,

wanting to be left alone.

 

For only when alone

could he truly breathe. 
In the presence of others,
every careful breath was

measured, as though breathing

too hard or too deeply would
only serve to bring unwanted
attention to himself,

making him more visible.  

He felt his shell cracking, 
breaking apart slowly,
one piece at a time,

the inpouring of light

too fast and too brilliant,
finding and illuminating
every perceived transgression.

For some, failings are too dear,
not deserving of the light…
if only in the mind,
if only for a time.




          ~~~

First published in The Write Place at the Write Time

http://www.thewriteplaceatthewritetime.org/poetry.html

September 22, 2014