I want to go
but I’ve nowhere to be
I want to sing
but lack a melody
I want to scream
but my lungs lack the air
I want to go
and I hope you aren’t there
Tag: beauty
Housecleaning
The list of chores grows longer
and the work is adding on,
each day seems like a chance until
I find that it is gone.
I understand they must be done,
that is my sole intention–
but is is was when I see you
and lose that comprehension
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Speaking of housecleaning, I forgot to post the “inspiration” for the two poems on the “Where They’ve Been” post. There are a lot of versions of the song on YouTube. I remember hearing Joni James singing it when I was younger. So here’s that version:
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And for kicks and giggles, I found an actual compilation of some of the Looney Tunes cartoons that used the “bomb” gag. Here’s that:
Where They’ve Been
I knew that I loved you–
no question of when . . .
like when you were dancing
with words through your pen,
when the paper lit up
like flames with no fire,
when the smokeless smoke rose
yet even higher,
when the clouds formed above
through smoke and through haze,
when the words came back down
completely unfazed,
when I saw them dancing
back home once again,
and you looked happy
when beaming your grin . . .
I knew that I loved you–
no question of when–
even though they’re just words
you know where they’ve been
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I’m posting this here because both were inspired by the same song. I usually write specific inspirations in the tags but if I’ll give non-existent points fo you if you can guess it.
Hint 1: it’s an older song.
Hint 2: it destroyed a few pianos on the Looney Tunes 😄
The Unspoken Agreement
I have never seen
a rabbit lying down–
not in the wild, anyway.
When they’re caged
and domesticated,
they’ll take a load off, sure,
either trusting whoever has them
or from sheer desperation.
Their eyes are like marbles
that don’t tell much
even if you were to look
long enough.
Why would you? Why would I?
I sit out on the porch
most nights
to unwind from the day.
These days I see rabbits
out there, lying in the grass,
eyes in my direction
but bodies still planted
on the ground.
I should probably chase them away
yet, yet . . .
I have never seen
so many rabbits lying down
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Hey y’all. I didn’t plan on posting today but I’m literally just watching rabbits in the yard right now (it might be a slow night, lol.)
And now for a shameless plug:
If you haven’t already done so, feel free to check out the Unnecessary Podcast. My good friend Clint (also co-contributor on this site) hosts it (and I tag along to make an ass of myself 😉) We’re going to incorporate some poetry at some point so if you would like to read something on there (pre-recorded or otherwise) or have something read (likely by Clint), feel free to drop a line on the contact page or send me an email at cdanders91@gmail.com .
Hope y’all have a more exciting Friday night than me and these long-earred fiends😄 God bless! –the real C. D.
Where Have My Words Gone?
My knees go weak
and collapse under the weight
of unsaid words,
dry yet drowning
as I fall into their depths.
I didn’t do a thing
yet here I am,
lost in meditative murkiness
and swimming towards
the clear,
no water in my lungs
yet gasping at and grasping
for you
Going, Not Gone
Many years I’ve been
wandering,
not always knowing
where I was
but always knowing
where I’m going
Paradiso
There’s a corner
In my backyard
Under the oak tree
Where the shade
Hits just right
And the calming
Sounds of birds
Sing in the distance
I’ve seen possums
Sleep underneath
The grill cover
After a long night’s
Journey, and a
Cat and her kittens
Play in the cool
Of the shade
While cardinals and
Blue Jays land
On the ground
Looking for acorns
And insects.
The squirrel loves
To come by, trying
Hard to stay
Stealthy, but the
Fuzzy tail and
Suspicious look
Draw the curious
Attention of the other
Creatures in the yard
It is odd to see
Such harmony
In this urban jungle
But if oddities
Can equate to peace
Then I wouldn’t
Mind living
In such an odd world
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Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about a lot of things recently and reading back on some old works from the past. In honesty, I’ve been using this blog mostly as a way to release some negative energy, for lack of a better word or phrase, but after the events of 2020, and considering how things have been in 2021 so far, I’ve come to realize that the old ways haven’t really been working for me. After doing some reflecting, I feel it’s better to just take the positives when we get them and share the wealth around.
–Clint, aka C. E. Knight
Wishes Pulled from the Ground
Soft words spoken
over dandelions,
themselves plucked
from the ground,
now content to fly away
and find consolation
from new places, faces,
strangers no more
As Much as I Used To
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to,
you have shown your cards,
your flaws,
your imperfections,
your tells,
you have shown your weaknesses
and bared your soul
to someone
inferior,
you have shown compassion
to the very same
when it was not deserved.
Still
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to
for
I have loved you more
with each passing day
It’s Just a Heart
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
that has long been made
to look like something
it is not.
The heart has a purpose,
a practicality,
a pulse that gets
the body and the mind
working together by its many
intricate vessels.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle,
that is to say,
it ain’t pretty but we’d all die
without it.
Beauty does not equal function
nor does function equal perfection–
I do not literally die
when I hear how hard you are
on yourself;
my heart keeps beating, aching,
wondering how your heart
clearly ain’t showing you
what every other practical one
sees clearly.
It often skips a beat,
something normally abnormal,
but understandable
when it senses you.
It doesn’t literally die,
it functions like it should.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
and it’s beating in this imperfect vessel.
This heart is an ugly looking,
imperfect muscle
but it knows a good heart
when it sees it.
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