Poetry

Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me. 

Sometimes raging other times calm and slow. 

Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam. 

Blocking the flow, 

My muscles are tensing.

I need to move,

I need to leave this place.

My life is mundane. 

My life is slow-paced.

I need something to happen.

My hands are shaking.

I need to scratch,

I've never been a fan of Four-Letter Words,

never seen the need for profanity,

and thought swears showed a lack of self control,

Now, I haven't changed my mind

but four-letter words are more than curses,

Your new-ish house

your dog sleeping on the rug

my family and your family chatting comfortably

your kitchen with your hot chocolate

the fun spinny stools at the kitchen island

that's one of my happy places

i. So many people

Go through so much

And no one notices

Who are we?

We are humans.

We are life.

We are death.

We are what mends the bond to the earth,

and what breaks it.

We are complicated.

Inside us all is a soul,

Every year, December comes around again,

Like an old friend, 

One who you haven’t seen in a long time.

For many people, December brings happiness, and warmth.

My band conductor has always said that 6/8 plays itself -

it does.

It's easy to just play through but not if you think too much.

I grew up in 6/8

my life plays itself

yes I make mistakes

As dry as sand, 

wrung out and shrunken from the cold,

loose and shivering like dead hemlock needles in a parched winter wind, 

puddling and sifting in the wake of footsteps.

Why do we wonder? 

Is is a quiet rebellion? Refusal to accept It as it is? 

A mental shield to protect from routine and repetition?

Is its continual persistence to blur the harshness of reality?

YOU WILL NEVER KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US HAHAHAHAHA Sorry that is NOT my sentence. Okay here is the real thing: It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine. That is the name of a song by the band REM.

Freedom is a concept I think about often.

A concept I don't really understand.

Yes, we have it.

But it often feels like we don't.

How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?