Hi again!
I’m a few weeks late with this post after a lengthy amount of procrastination and not using my time wisely–which, honestly sounds like a Me Problem, ahahha.
But, I’m here now and we’re back with weekly poems. So this was written as entry #10 in the challenge from July 24th 2020. I hope that you enjoy it because this was one I really remembered and was quite proud of! I even mentioned it to my friend Jirah in my last full post for the challenge, which I will include a link to below. Thanks for reading!!! ❤
THE RULES
- each post begins with the thumb above
- each poem will be individually titled and labeled by the entry number in both the piece itself (at the end) and in the title
- each post will include any background music used to “set the mood” which will be listed at the end of the entry
- each poem loosely exists within the context of summer but is not strictly limited in constructing that imagery. I.e. it’s a summer project but may venture outside of that topic/theme-wise. 🙂
- the goal: one poem each week from the end of May to the start of September under the hashtag: #SummerComer
Check out Entry #8 here and the Life Update that took place instead of Entry #9. (Which would have occurred the week of July 12th – 18th) 😀
Now, without further ado…..
the world is on fire:
and maybe it’s with the scar that reminds
Trigger Warning: metaphorical self-harm, gun violence (USA), pandemic COVID-19
paper to pen
clacking fingers to
fading keys
sunlight interwoven
with moonlight.
dancing in the breeze,
an owl hoots,
wondering how many licks
gets to the center
of a Tootsie pop.
music filters through the air,
hanging in the invisible
structure,
carrying to hairs in the ear
that distribute sound
and a brain that works
to identify the garbled mess
into that of something-ness.
wounds lay bare,
arms heavy with the
weight of metal holders
and casket bearing bullets.
waiting for another
one to crack.
waiting for another
one to slip through the surface.
how many this time?
gun violence
a normal occurrence,
when it shouldn’t be.
it shouldn’t be.
pandemonium:
causing dry mouths
and hacking coughs.
quarantine, they say,
stay at home,
but they don’t.
not all.
some go out
and some face the world
without a shield
and call themselves heroes,
proclaiming that the world
is safe
when it’s neither
all safe
or
all destructive.
it’s somewhere in the middle.
life is a series of shades of grey.
it cannot be defined by such
strict parameters.
but while those who go out
to the world with confidence
in their chest that
they’re doing the “right” thing,
more people get exposed,
some who cannot handle that
exposure,
and so death rates and infection rates
soar.
i grow weary with these realizations,
shoulders aching from the pressure.
i grow weary with these predicaments.
the world keeps turning,
the earth revolving–
another shot fired,
was it intentional or accidental?
self inflicted?
or buried into the flesh of a
person who was taken
far too soon?
i sit back,
i watch.
and i type these words,
not contributing to anything,
only in the smallest senses.
the world is on fire.
it is.
and somehow,
the burns
don’t sting quite so bad as before.
maybe it’s with the scar
that reminds
that healing has taken place
after all.
healing has taken place,
after all.
Technical aspects:
Written and edited: 7/24/2020
Mood Music: Multiple (unspecified)
About the Poem: Was going to say the “scar remains” but reminds showed up instead and so I went with it. Kinda like a stream of consciousness type poem and very helpful for me to have written. I didn’t know I was feeling or thinking some of these things. This piece also reminds me of a beautiful poem my friend on deviantART made here about the Parkland shooting (which I’m now writing poetry this year like them, I don’t capitalize very much these past few entries, which is very interesting to me). I’m actually really proud and happy with this piece. I wanted to do some writing and other artsy activities but didn’t want to reread old fanfic chapters in case it broke the writing vibes (I haven’t had any in the last two weeks as of the third full week in July) so this was refreshing and very helpful. I hope that you enjoyed it! Deciding on a title was the hardest part! I really wanted to showcase that scar line so I’m pretty happy that this is where it wound up.
So, that’s it for this post! Thank you so much for stopping by, reading and if you would be ever so kind as to leave me a thought or two, I’d love to reply to them! 😀
Until a couple days from now.
xxx
❤ ❤ ❤
Music for typing this post: “People Like Us” by Kelly Clarkson (and the inevitable dance moves sitting down can provide) 🙂
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