Time for Another Edition of Bad Poetry

This is one of my favorite bad, terrible awful poems that I wrote a while back. Whenever I need a good, quick, down and dirty visual to get me writing I sometimes refer back to this piece and read it before I get started.

This poem has so many layers of symbolism and images packed into it, the phrases remind me why I like writing in the first place. I may know what I mean by every word and every line, but that doesn't necessarily mean you — the reader — will see the same thing.

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All at once I can't remember

april, june, nor december

stained emotion floating thru

buildings, windows, vents and flues

escaping softly e'ermore

n'ere to see those days of lore

when godspeak cried the silent wail

and deaf ears turned, trying to hail

like forgotten children did they heed

the written word, the spoken deed

and I did nothing in thick confusion

wading mire deep in much illusion

until one day the muck dried up

and illusion crackled in some cup

I poured it out, threw it away

but illusion still crawled

after me

that day

and so it stained me

(I couldn't see)

True sight or some reality

so I hailed my own cry

(self-fulfilling by the by)

and traveled desert lies

to sea of truth

I journeyed far and voyaged near

to hear one voice, small yet tinny

"What say ye things, honest and good

forgotten by you in grand elusive?"

beside the sea, behind the bay

dropping softly, my ear to ground

traveled in circles

following round and round

sea's water sprayed

salt at my eyes

dared me to see

stark Reality

an apartment with one well-worn chair

flight of stairs and bed

book half-open

a rotten banana

I watched these things with much

trepidation

until one beam's sunlight

lit upon mine enemy

grand majesty illusion fried

crackling in a corner

I smirked while day turned time

corner's Things aching from the light

so my stain of self-delusion

lay waste by a simple flash

All at once I couldn't remember

how I got to where I was

so tired was I

so I sat down

into my brown chair

cheered the rotten union's end

and still watch

as stain after stain

lifts from me.

Mood: Skippity, hoppity, skippity.

Caffeinated Beverages Consumed: *twitches*

Work-Out Minutes Logged Yesterday: Yoga bend-i-ness

Yesterday's Projects: Oh crap, I lost track.

In My Ears: Adele, 'cause she's awesome

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