The Fool

I got triggered today. You’d think after all the shadow work, all the reflecting and belly-aching, I’d have been done with this shit. But this is the thing about these modern times. Social media is like a M75. A picture, a comment, a “like” is a grenade.

I am the medic picking out my own shrapnel whilst trying to administer relief to someone else.

I’m changing tactics. I’m going back to basics. Staying off the carnival ride that is social media. Deleting “friends”. I will continue my path but pull back from the bat-shit crazy intrigues of the “look-at-me” society.

I continue to write my poems, ramble out spontaneous prose, cultivate my observations and work on getting that book gets published.

I am at the precipice of new beginnings. This came after a literary death of “what no longer serves.” Working through the trigger, I find myself closer to who I really am. The innocence and freedom of who I really am. The bliss within my soul of being content in my own company is all I need. It is now easier to walk away from old wishes and ways.

The trigger has been released before I popped off a shot. Now that the emotion has been quelled, I can write.

Office

Office

Goose cackle theatrics

Thursday

With cups of tea

Business objects

Spreadsheet daze

Putting in a request

And CC the world

Because goodness knows

You are getting shit done

Getting in those steps

Walking to the printer

Just to shove it in your tray

Just in case

Just in case

Just in case

Another day

Outside traffic flows

Workmen work

Moving earth

Building a building

As I sit watching

Office window blinds

Moving in the breeze

A willow tree across the road

Waves at me

Silence

Reprieve

So asleep

As they type and type and type

But I’m awake

Doing nothing.

–AEW

Suddenly, Higher.

A light is on.

Felt it glowing,

Through my belly,

Out my fingers.

Even triggers,

Could not darken

This warming light.

Want to tell you

I forgive you.

Want to tell you

I’m still alive.

Want to see you

Inside my light.

But I have plans.

Darkness gone now.

Serenity.

You are loved now.

Infinity.

By AEW

Let Go

Deceptively cold

Cold waters

Waters of life

Life gone full circle

Circle of friends

Friends into acquaintance

Acquaintance with the mysterious

Mysterious situations

Situations now open

Open your heart

Heart and soul

Soul mate for hire

Hire a van

Van goes to the lake

Lake deceptively cold.

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Ae Freislighe Poem: Train Wreck

Train Wreck

The train rambles wistfully;

Not that my heart is rattling

as I gaze out blissfully.

I find my soul keeps battling.

 

Something bright, like ambition,

kept me from being faithful.

It allowed the omission

of what I saw as blameful.

 

My own truth is absolute;

Your truth could never relate.

I carried on, resolute,

in hope your pain would abate.

 

Our friendship is tenuous

But better than to strangle

a love that was generous.

Wistfully, will I ramble.

A.E.W.

Making Waves — a poem in free verse

Making Waves

Truth is something

You can’t always see.

A stone dropped

In an unconscious ocean,

A letter written

But never sent,

Pigtails mid-bounce

Caught on a jump rope.

Truth is the story told

To the sleeping child,

A shard piercing

Luminiferous ether.

Truth is in the silence between

A husband and wife.

Truth is disappointing lace.

Truth is 16 years.

Beetroot.

Coleslaw.

Tears.

Truth is a noxious gas;

Plague doctors with beak masks.

Truth circles Black holes,

It is dandelion fruits

On the air.

Truth is something you

Won’t

See

Here.

–AEW

ADO #5- Sunday Summer (Spenserian Sonnet)

Sunday Summer

Remember that day with us at the park,

When you bought me ice cream

And I traced our initials on tree bark?

Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed

Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.

But all was not what it would seem;

The clock ticked on like a timed trap.

You sighed as you laid your head on my lap

Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,

Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.

Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.

The hours languidly flowed into time.

That day is gone but you are still mine.

By AEW

ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)

The fun of one night,

A once-in-a-lifetime love

Came in the form of a bite,

Or other actions thereof.

What of your bruise, my turtledove,

Now we have been lost to time?

It seems a little sick, sort of,

That the memory was so sublime!

That night we broke a paradigm,

Freed ourselves from reality had been.

We escaped the weak pantomime

With something some would say was sin.

The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;

But our joy from the night lives on and on.

AEW

The “Twikus” of My Life

ADO #3 One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

ADO #3 – One Soul ( A Petrarchan)

In the shade of a crooked spire

we whisper our divine vows.

Our first gaze did arouse

quiet desire one night did transpire.

No words capture our desire

We love in the time the Universe allows.

Repress fears separation would rouse

had we not set our hearts on fire.

Our love just now is a falling star

racing through the midnight sky;

Serene, remote, bright gold and beautiful.

Any danger seems slight and far.

But no one can see us cry

as we go about our days in dutiful

earthbound lie.

Instead, let us be like a binary star

Unseen but dancing in an eternal sky.

AEW