#58

Rosemary

 

Baby you are prickly in the softest sense

Beautiful, bountiful in abandon

The herb that grows out of a brittle shell

To prove to the world

An unborn dream extends like

Veins and spreads like life-blood

Extricated for the joy of temperance

My antimatter of purpose

Green with serenity

Justice in nature’s offering

Balanced by the mercy of God’s tongue

 

_________________________________

Poly-ticksmeoff

[I don’t like to be political, but I must be]

 

Day-ffodils

My-tochondria

Prix-flight

Sight-of-the-crime

Dare-elect

Donald Trump

_______________________

 

10 to 60 to nowhere quick

I figured out why I never knew myself fully

If you find me so fascinating

As to fuel the fire spewing out of your pours

In tiers attempting to forge me

Into something worse off and uncontrollable

Like a roar rattling plexiglass at a zoo

How can you frame your life into a picture?

Artwork that hangs

So you don’t have to

In all of your seed-colored insanity

The world wants for themselves

Jealous I am of your jealousy

The living and dead agree

Because it creates a ripple to the center of the earth

_______________________________________

Confession

 

I didn’t know how fast I’d come

Flying around by turns

Nesting nowhere it seems

But I didn’t have to see you nor anyone in particular by the way

Where

How

Why

Are hard to define

Like everyone in the grand scheme of things

Those that tear others down to build themselves up

Will end up like scarecrows

Unabashed in wearing rags

And scraps for birds

To finesse into a thread-basket bare in hopes

Of catching a heart

And this is what I walked away from

In my fascination of the world

And its macabre seductions

I keep following the jewels burned

And molded and driven

Like bolts to hold the sky together

____________________________________

Megan’s Lullaby

 

Borrowed for a time

Stripping paint that

Falls like sap

Collecting we accrue its mold

To create the stories

Our ancestors slept on

For consideration of sleeping children

In night’s innocence

We were born

 

Love, Heather

 

Poetry © Heather Arneson

Published by: rhythmoftime

I love to write, cook, and take photos. As an INFP personality type, I truly care about others and my values. I'm a fraternal twin, have two older brothers, and I served in AmeriCorps. I love my family and my boyfriend. They rock! For years, I collaborated online with Stuart Armitage (UK). Our band, The Lyre Effect, released several albums, though we never met in person. Additionally, I've written a novel, novella, poetry book, and children's book series. Being into the visual arts from a young age, I've had my artwork featured in several gallery exhibits, enjoyed providing assistance on music video sets, as well as acted in and co-directed a few short films. Playing piano and singing are also passions of mine (wrote my first song and poem when I was 9 years old). Currently, I'm part of the writing group, Lead Us Ink, and published my first poetry book in 2015. In this technological age, I think it's important to share the written word, something that will always be sacred and personal. I hope this blog will help me to connect more with others, and I look forward to networking with readers like you. I want to find out about new music, interesting articles, and artwork. So, please, reach out to me. I might even have some good suggestions for you. Take care, and happy reading!

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