August 17, 2017

Halves


I am one whole of a half



All but one

and then some



Between a cozy oblivion

and a searing chaos



I am what you call

A piecemeal person



This patchwork persona

is my design



A cannibal with a conscience

and an uncertain taste



I taste of contradictions

The twin flavours

of love and loss



A shifting gaze

that finds stories

yet unresolved



And voices that speak

more and less

than what you hear



I am, it seems

both the ruler and the ruled

I lead, by example

my rebellious tools



And hold my own

in this no-man’s land



As long as I can.



#101DaysofPoetry Day 7



August 15, 2017

Nevermore


Nine steps, each for a circle of hell

There he sits, desperate and awake on a chair

Consulting a raven that merely stares



Eight, and the infinite loop of time

That plays and replays the original crime

Singular thoughts of a paranoid mind



Seven for each of his many ghosts

The dark plays a bountiful host

A glimpse of one he loved the most



Six and six, the bell now tolls

Thunder claps and voices unfold

What could those deep shadows hold?



Five inches from his brooding face

A window and a storm in haste

A lone figure, lost in time and space



Four seconds till he hears the scream

Four quick steps away from the scene

From the horror, the dread of his darkest dreams



Three words cut through his silent terror

Drown the sounds of a complaining weather

Three words for his unforgiving errors



Two hands whose icy touch does burn

Close in on humanity’s wayward son

Closer still, till the deed is done



One figure sunken to the floor

One shadow by the broken door

A fading whisper, “I am Lenore.”



#101DaysofPoetry Day 6