Saturday, April 30, 2022
notmovingpictures Episode 111: The Molice and Seeing Henry Rollins
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
Poetry From A Non Poet # 4
Over time the urge has lessened
The voice in
my head saying return to me
Has slowly dissolved
into a faint memory
The desire
to toss everything away
To find a
way and just go no matter the consequences
Is no longer
sharp and pointed
Every so
often, though
When I’m not
careful and let down my guard
That
yearning returns and engulfs me
My mind
imaging a different future
Living with
that is when life becomes burdensome
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I feel like I’m on autopilot
Duties accomplished by rote
Days ticked off the calendar
All blurring into one
Nothing accomplished
No taking the different leap
Tomorrow will be an aberration
Tomorrow is long overdue
Tomorrow will be fun
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I stopped being me a long time ago
Now I feel as if I’m getting back to the old me
Though that version of me no longer exists
I can return to aspects of the old me
But that me will have to merge with the new me
A multitude of experiences and issues have affected me
Whether I wanted them to or not
They can’t be forgotten
Hopefully the blended me can learn from past errors
And then I can finally be a better me
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My favorite sweater is starting to turn gray
The way black ones do when they’ve
Been worn and washed
hundreds of times
The right elbow has been patched
It’s old and worn
Yet still serviceable
Like me
I’ll keep wearing it until it completely falls apart
Faithful until the end
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There’s a slow car in the left lane
The fast lane
A quick glance shows the middle lane is clear
I jet around him and see he’s looking at his phone
A sharp pull in front of him doesn’t get any attention
I don’t brake check him
But man oh man,
I sure want to
He’s still plodding on in my rearview mirror
In no particular hurry
Perfectly oblivious
Having a happy Monday Morning drive
Me, I’m late for work
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There you have it. 5 new poems written. I'll have to see if any make the cut for my next (non) poetry zine.
Monday, April 18, 2022
notmovingpictures Episode 110: The North Palm
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Poetry From A Non Poet 3
lago
I saw the water it went on forever
I felt the wind on my face
Heard the sounds of language
Drifting up to the roof
The sight of the island drawing near
A stranger in a not so strange land
The stairs climbed to unknown heights
The sun kissed my soul
Listening to the almost silence
Not thinking only feeling
Why can’t all days be like this
Why can’t I discover with you