Friday, November 17, 2017

Joy / Grief

author's note:

I know something about choking on silence.


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".


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


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.

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!


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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