c51e6bc5e98678539d061ac9c04667afNot afraid of the usual fears



indifference of lovers

I bought a pair of scissors

snipped out the dead bits

threw away the glamor and beguilement

seeing through gossamer trappings

yet I am still fearful

of uncommon things

dissolution and repetitive days

adding up to waste

working in a cubicle

coming home to warmed up left-overs

hanging washing on weekends

mowing lawns iced with Ready Grow

chores belaboring chores

like sore throated choir singers

duck behind pulpit for a shot of whiskey

I do not fear wrinkles earned

or sagging parts hidden beneath thick coats

those were with me before they were

lines on my days as I sat

20 years crossed legged

eating chocolate from vending machines

watching others my age hurl themselves

from one moment to the next

like waves that meet and

turn ever wilder

I preferred to roll my own

invite the boy who couldn’t form

complete sentences

but wrote

pretentious appealing poetry

with tight muscled drummers arms

back to my whistling dorm

to break the wood we were born upon

and his idea

he was in control

back then

carrying in my linen womb

the next twenty years

I developed an inkling for scars

battle worn and tired before

my knitting bones caught up

now you can’t scare me with your rebuke

I’ve lived beyond the yoke and tenderness of youth

but put me in an office, tighten my straps

affix the gag reflex

and watch me come undone

like a latch that appears well adhered

will spring suddenly

contents spill out aborted

across washed floor

30 thoughts on “Uncommon

  1. Great stuff! I could definitely relate to this one. I’ve lived my life sharing many of those same fears. It’s wonderful to be on the leeward side of rebuke from those that thought me crazy for walking the other way. Cheers to you my friend. Your words lift my spirit!

  2. It has cost you dearly my friend, but your gift with words and your ability to touch others with them has become a fine, fine elixir. What has been poured in as bitterroot has emerged as golden honey. 🙂 ❤

  3. Thank you so much. I’ve been trying to write it out again in all honesty and whilst it’s hard I feel it’s honest and true and that counts for something. Thank you for reading all this and even the sorrowful ones and being a support because you know how easy it is for me to give up.

  4. I like that image of being on the other side of rebuke, what a great image! Oh I’m so glad Phil that my words can do that because often I know they are sorrowful too and I am glad to be able to do that! Thank you!

  5. When you rob someone (who usually speaks far too much) of their words, it’s the ultimate compliment. When all they have left is what I just offered, you can pat yourself on the back 😉

  6. We actually read one anothers minds. I couldn’t agree more. In fact (Twilight Zone music in background) I was thinking JUST THAT .. especially about how those who speak (too much) usually are the least sincere, this has been true of people in my life which is weird because i’m a sucker for words and love letters etc, and so if you cannot trust the gush or the words then what?

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