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Simmering

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Simmering, just below the surface smiles and laughs
That never really seep through beneath the skin
Of her mask
Not that she actively keeps up pretense – no
The smiles are as real as she can make them
Are only as real as bliss is fleeting,
her restlessness hums, threatening
to throw a fit,
her cold longing a sharp blade
cutting through her illusions

Written by thedoe

October 5, 2016 at 9:50 pm

quickly, like

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It is unbecoming but I sink so quickly, like stone?

so quickly
like
Unbecoming,
stone?
sink so
I
is it
is It?

It
unbecomes
quickly so
stone? like
I

Written by thedoe

March 13, 2014 at 9:33 pm

Posted in Down with the blue

Simple Girl

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Perhaps the present circumstances will seem to you simple, especially when you are in your places of peace. You will begin to think “I am nothing but a simple girl, with a simple heart, and a simple happiness. And you will feel comfortable with the world. But only look back at the past in your wake, and you will see the dark paths you came from, the cave mouths you emerged from, and most especially, the many parts of yourself that fell to avulsion – broken hearts and broken things – artifacts by which you will understand that you are at best a simple girl who suffered through complications, chipped and maybe even dead in certain spots and places. . Written sometime circa 2009-2010

Written by thedoe

December 13, 2013 at 10:30 pm

There is no let up to rain

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There is no let up to rain, it falls all day without contest
Ripples, ripples, circling out per second on puddles on the street below
Rather than curl up and think of Antarctica, and make my own fitful fall
I get up, I pick myself up, I lead
The hours will all run out but I’m okay

Written by thedoe

October 1, 2013 at 3:33 pm

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The most I can do is drown

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The most I can do is drown
Beat-strum, disappear in sound
Sway of the hip, sway and a slow dip
The languid line drops to curl, comma
Savor the bite and salt on the lip
If you could kiss it
Then, make way for grief

 

Written by thedoe

August 1, 2013 at 2:27 pm

Foment

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CommuterNothing so mundane as lining up at the drugstore and drifting away, shifting out of focus, staring at nothing in particular, to grant respite to a mind all muddled into soup by the repetitiveness of a day job. I begin to understand what ekeing out a living means, begin feeling the discontent of a laborer, underpaid and overworked. For the first time feeling the burden of tax, the wracking doubts of job insecurity, hearing apprehensive murmurs about the late pay, the social security contributions that don’t get remitted, and underneath it all the growing alienation easily stirred into discontent by every little whisper of injustice, rumor or truth.

Written by thedoe

February 12, 2013 at 10:46 pm

Abused

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Oh writing, I am sorry
I apologize
My abuse rends you like a cheap thrill
I overuse you
For therapy

Written by thedoe

September 26, 2012 at 10:13 pm