- before i know it -

A flash…

a whisper…

a bullet through the wind…

 

I am young,

not as young as I should feel though.

 

The life I live, the love I give…

is it sufficient, or is it sorry?

I could not be missing out on much,

here in the days of my ‘carefree’ youth…

 

?

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

- the first 30 seconds -

Birds awakened me today with

sounds of chirps and cheeps.

What thoughtful thorough noises in the

midst of my illness.

Even with stiff limbs and these

dusty-eyed peeps, I

pulled back careless covers and e-

scaped the stained stillness.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

behind the alibi

thesewordsiwrite2012:

You can always count on J. Matthew Waters for entertaining poetry!

Originally posted on jdubqca:


alone I wander the sea
of dreams
just me and my alibi
and yellow submarine

beneath the depths of
deserted space
shooting stars sail on
outside the alibi

old borders collapse
new realities emerge
compressed and
submerged
and living a new lie



april two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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- snow fall -

Walking grounds again…

Mother won’t repent…

as I bundle up myself,

sifting through the morning belt.

White covers the day…

dimmer than the grey… 

where’s the bright side of the sun?

Where’s this so-called springtime fun?

 

As. snow. falls. from

some insane cloud, my

ears. they. stall. from

some flakes so loud, but I’m

keeping my head high,

or at least I’ll try to

brave the cold… this

blossomed snow.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

Oulipost #15: one over

thesewordsiwrite2012:

Here is some very engaging found poetry written by James Moore.

Originally posted on james (w) moore:

amove,asomeone
aroom
variousnoises,acres
remainon

increaseisvice.
same.
moreismoreincases,
moreismoreinsixmeasures.

increaseasis
inunion
ariseasis
anincrease

sincewe’renew:
sixwereissues
sixwereacause
sixwerenews

airseen
inamove
innoise
insensors
various,various

useonce
assumenonew
session,occasion,
manner:

iamnevermoreworrisome.

_________________

the prompt: Prisoner’s Constraint: Imagine a prisoner whose supply of paper is restricted. Are you imagining yet? Good. To put it to fullest use, he will maximize his space by avoiding any letter extending above or below the line (b, d,f,g,h,j,k,l,p,q,t and y) and use only a,c,e,m,n,o,r,s,u,v,w,x and z. Compose a poem using only words that can be made from these letters AND which you source from your newspaper text. For my fellow prisoners who have taken the rap, check here.

notes on the prompt: this is yet another prompt for which the ever-resourceful Doug Luman created a handy tool which strips the prisonerly-constrained words from the text. without him, this month would be the cruellest. i did choose to use four(!)…

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- night rider -

Light traffic on the way home,

low lights waver above the  roof.

Night has not changed shape;

neither has the sound of the radio.

I cannot even recall the scent of the highway air

with the window cracked open.

This is simply a somber affair,

yet it keeps my mind from the realms

of more turbulent realities.

 

To Planet Y, I carry on.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant