Friday, November 17, 2017

Joy / Grief



author's note:


I know something about choking on silence.


JOY / GRIEF

Today "happy / unhappy"
are merely words of make-believe

because today, I feel joy

because today, I feel grief--

joy and grief in death and life:

those forces of emotion swirl
together in a wind dance
--defying my control--

I can't possibly express
a spiral so volatile
so grandly powerful

but if I don’t try
I’ll choke on this silence

and anyway
no matter what I rave
I think you’ll understand--

after all, as a human
you’re probably well-acquainted
with whirlwinds

so you’ll tolerate
this spinning man
as he shouts:

these forces of feeling
steal our breath

these forces of feeling
give us new breath.




my war for peace: a poetry book
© 2017, Michael R. Patton

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Thursday, November 09, 2017

Pulling My Hair



author's note:

Awareness is key.  Maybe I should say "the key".


PULLING MY HAIR

Have you ever heard
an angel weep
as it pulls your hair?

These empathetic
yet merciless attendants
have promised me
they'll stop being
such demons

if I will only catch myself
when I begin to slip

but oh!--
in a blink, I can slip
and I blink so often.

I swear I'm trying
to keep my eyes open:

I weep and curse
as they pull me up
by the hair.


my war for peace: a poetry book
© 2017, Michael R. Patton

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Wednesday, November 01, 2017

Between a Lion & a Worm



author's note:

"The worms crawl in...the worms crawl out."
            -- from The Hearse Song


BETWEEN A LION & A WORM

I've seen so much shape-shifting:

I've seen lions
accept the lie told to them
and crawl under stones
to survive as worms.

But fortunately
a big cat can benefit
from living subterranean

if as a worm
it feeds upon
the rich life to be found
within the black loam.

But as that worm-cat expands
its safe space will become suffocating...

for our lion to rise
we must die the good death--
we must shift once again.

Afterwards
when I look back
on my life as a worm
a sigh of melancholy
may slip from my lips...

but no--
I'll reject all regrets

because by then
I'll finally fully accept
I had to lose
in order to grow.



© 2017, Michael R. Patton
glorious tedious transformation: a poetry book

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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

I Don't Want to Feel Safe Tonight



author's note:

Happy Halloween!


I DON'T WANT TO FEEL SAFE TONIGHT

Voices from unseen revelers echo
down this shadowy street--

the words unclear--distorted:

sounds from alien beings.

Now I don't feel so safe
on this porch

but that’s alright--
I don't want to feel safe tonight.

The echoes drum my wall.

The echoes thrill my belly.

Those aliens have invaded me!

But that's alright--
I don't want to feel safe tonight.

The echoes linger long within

then suddenly...nothing
--not a sound inside or out.

Now I see the perfect world again--
I'm as deep and as dark and as bright
as that witching-hour sky.

If everyone is alien
then so am I

and that's alright:
I want to be an alien tonight.



© 2017, Michael R. Patton
opne all night: a poetry book

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