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It’s a new year … 2025
Time slips on.
With hands that grasp,
do we reach toward father time?
Are we surprised when the seconds stretch
Out just a little longer, a little more free?
Our free time freezes
moving nowhere.
Sprouts crack open seeds,
Moss crawls crawls up trees,
Vines wind around me -
Me,
inside me
is the place
that all concepts grow
or die, by my will
And lack thereof.
You
inside you
your meaningful
life, your values.
Won’t you wear them on your sleeve?
Hand to hand
Spin me around the sun again,
We’ll dance this dance
of knowing and not knowing
together
I tumble, fumble,
sometimes step, skip, run
in the direction
of the sun
to sow with friends.
But often, so often,
Are we not, caught in the current
of the undertow?
(maybe it’s just me)
Nothing escapes the pull of
Her Great Nothingness
the greatest nothing herself
She’s lonely, you see?
Just like he must be -
Mother Space & Father Time.
Our captors at sea
collectors of stars and memories,
tears to water the seeds.
Love / heart break
Uniting / parting
Until there we are again and again
Facing ourselves
just you and…
me
Pull me down,
hold me there
”Tell me how I’m ‘sposed to breathe with no air”
Air
Cut my hair
take my pain
take my happiness
my friends
my family
my time
The darkness
takes it all with the
embrace of a soot black
comforter - engulfed, in the void.
I could stare into her
For as long as the universe is wide
Yet, there’s people out here,
Our names are ringing from the worldly bell,
Help me out of my shell
I’ve germinated and now,
The time has come to grow.
M.M.
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Hi, I’m M, based out of beautiful Josephine County, I’m rather excited to be contributing a piece to the Rogue Writers Guild, and hopefully it turned out interesting enough to keep your attention…
Today I wrote this poem without any specific idea, but rather just a heavy feeling; Or combination of feelings that have been seeking an out. I’m curious if some things in this share are relatable or resonant with readers; or what stirrings this poem brings up for you.
My partner told me poems are better alone and without context; so if you agree, then skip the next paragraph. If you are highly allergic to pity parties, also skip. Personal interpretations are alway best.
Those of you hungry for context and more words… this is for you:
This poem comes from a mental landscape which is characterized by a perception of time that is variable in length and depth - mirroring the changes in pace and tempo of the piece. The mood emulates a slightly dissociative, depressive headspace, revealing how mental attitudes influence our relationships to things in our life - like free time, our connections, etc. Other themes of focus and willpower are brought in, implying that harnessing those skills can pull us out of dark spaces, give us the opportunity to grow, help ourselves, and others. Analogies from nature are used to bring visualization of personal processes to the forefront of the minds eye.
These topics are pulled from some of my deeper personal interests: mental health, time, perception, subjective experience, connection, attachment, consciousness, subconsciousness, the mind, nature, and emotion. They are some of the major players in my writing. The structure of my reflective/expressive works emerge as poems, being that those concepts are mostly broad and abstract. Aside from poems - I occasionally will write analytical essays on how these abstract concepts are connected to our personal health. My passion and muse, *holistic health.*
Perhaps further musings shall be forthcoming on this platform, it is to be determined; but for now… I’m grateful for this opportunity to write and share here in this blessed new year, 2025. Thank you for reading !
