Poetry Archive :: Outside

Here’s the second of two specially-written pieces for #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek: as discussed last Monday, body image is a big deal for me and is something I’ve struggled with for decades. Now, however, it is not nearly as problematic as was once this case.

I suppose, as a result, you could also consider this piece as autobiographical.


Outside

Presentation, count
ways to look better: measure
perception, result.

Camera’s a lie,
pointless deception: smoothing
flaws into focus.

Step away, redress
internal balance; preserve
personal conscience.

What’s possessed within
far more vital: true beauty
growing from within.

Outside, realised
transformation: evolving,
solid impression.

Poetry Archive :: Teal

Just as a reminder: daily poetry, with a weekly archive will be going away in May to make way for my Project of Awesome.

I’ll see you again in June.


Teal

Medium blue-green,
an emerging paradigm:
orange and teal look.

Basic web colour
Windows default wallpaper;
cancer awareness.

This neutral colour,
of a duck’s head: which came first
that egg, or the bird?

Crayon confuses,
where should you place: many hues
shading overlap.

Real deal, sealing feel
ideally; perfect aspect
this hue of rare dreams.

Poetry Archive :: Avocado

Really no idea what happened here. You can tell it has been a long week.


Avocado

A fruit from this tree,
persea americana;
mass phenomena.

Ancient nutrition
long before that toasted snack;
climacteric fruit.

Healthy yet fatty,
contradictory; texture
smooth taste sensation.

Millennial angst,
green-fleshed monster: symbolic
arbiter of wealth.

Avocado, shade
bathrooms, guacamole; build
California rolls.

Poetry Archive :: Moss

No regrets about the crap pun in verse #5 ❤


Moss

Small, flowerless plant
seedless, simple leaves: clumped stems
surprisingly dense.

Dispersed on swift winds,
beautifully fragile spores;
yet hardy, stubborn.

Cracks between old stones,
surviving dessication:
liquid renewal.

Comfortable bed,
thermal insulation, or
growing medium.

Moss’ sterling work
untold uses: shady greens,
non-vascular stars.

Poetry Archive :: Laurel

We’re having fun over the next four weeks by doing quite literal interpretations of our subject matters. In this case, it was incredibly easy to throw together five verses on the literal essence of laurel, both historically and medicinally. This worked far better than I’d initially expected it to, so much so it’ll be fun to do the same with three other shades of green, or green-related words going forward.

Amazing sometimes how an idea spins you out to a completely different direction than first anticipated.


Laurel

Aromatic tree,
evergreen shrub: mountain nymph,
priestess of Gaia.

Victory’s symbol,
poet laureate: favoured
by the Gods themselves.

Immortality,
emperor’s regalia:
Roman reverence.

Vital astringent
wound’s salve: that Bloody Mary’s
green ingredient.

Humble, verdant growth
vitally symbolic; plant
new futures within.

Poetry Archive :: Nobody but You [Redux]

Love is still horrible, unsurprisingly.

The original version of this poem can be found here.


Nobody But You

Now, departed: mind
desolate: understanding,
our love is over.

All passion desires
out of reach: estranged moments,
cold, empty feelings.

Every day, torture
realisation; final
line drawn, completed.

Point of no return,
old path blocked: accept failure
future, crumbling.

Nobody but you
at this instant: matters more,
loss too much to bear.

Poetry Archive :: The Slightest Touch (Redux)

The original for this one is here, and if I’m honest, you might be hard pressed to discern the difference. There’s not really a ton of change, and this one was a bit saucy before we started. However, if pressed, this feels like an improvement.

Next week is the last of the old stuff. NEW THINGS BEGIN AGAIN IN APRIL \o/


The Slightest Touch

Sensitised, moving
side to back; sense arrival,
waking arousal.

Coarse flesh, rough hands brush
back, touch hip: pulling closer
face blurs as lips touch.

Lost in joint passion;
blessed manipulation
bodies twist, combine.

Looking down to you,
hands grasp: shifting weight above,
organ pulse inside.

Your slightest touch lights
chain reaction: seed, life’s spark
little death our end.