"blinkering" poems
Of course it was never her fault.
So many misgivings, so much insanity
Capacity to care floundered
Dispersed white powder fragments
Blow on broken glass tables
A surrendered white Christmas
Drawn matted curtains keep
Crystal blue skies and
Bright sunshine hidden
In darkness Dr Seus’
“How The Grinch Stole Christmas”
The stealing of innocence
A childhood
A prevalence greater than
Any Christmas
Her imagination only fuelled by
The blinkering television set
Thurl Ravenscroft’s voice penetrating her silenced soul
In a climate of disdain
Christmas spirit in shortage
How she lived alongside Cindy Lou
Her scarred heart, willing and eager
For just one taste
Of a day so sacred.
© Sia Jane
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Of course it was never her fault.
So many misgivings, so much insanity,
Capacity to care floundered.
Dispersed white fragments,
Blow, on broken glass tables,
A surrendered white Christmas.
Cartoon shapes form,
A blinkering television set,
With a lowly child meek submission,
Afraid to question a day, date, time,
Just the imagination fuelled by,
Children's laughter behind,
Matted curtains keeping,
Crystal skies bright sunshine.
In darkness, Dr Seuss'
"How The Grinch Stole Christmas,"
The stealing of innocence,
A childhood,
A prevalence greater than,
Any Christmas.
Spirit in shortage,
How she lived alongside,
Cindy Lou, wishing & eager,
For even just one taste,
Of a day so sacred.
Adults circulate, noise polluting air,
Insects festering in,
Corners untouched,
By rancid faeces,
A baby boo striving,
To thrive (survive),
In a climate of disdain,
Unworthy.
Another one bites the dust.
© Sia Jane
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Might we not linger
Longer here a while
Within this silken web we've woven
All yester's threads cling soft
The spindle, rusted & golden, lies
This finifugal hold dead hopes oft have
Time's sinews blinkering prospecting eyes
Might we not linger
Convenience sighs
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
they did a sweep of the area twice more
dusting off the panels as they passed
white porcelain light blinkering
as they bandaged up the remains
\\\\\
piipiipiipii, bzzzdt.
Tap, taptpatptaptap.
Vrrrrrrrrrr, vrrhhhhhrrr,
ckah-clunk, bzzzdt.
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several years later, they unwrapped the hollow
when they forgot how to read the patients form
but found only, etched into the edges of the chasm
walls of maize and paper cranes
and the soft siren call
of
the ringing truck
\\
so
skid on the mud
of last winters drought
the windfall is better
the bigger your pouch
or,
cull your tinnitus'
ambiguous haze
on your conjured
posterities
marionette gaze
mix up a stew
in a broken egg's shell
and say your child's
the same as always you knew
( always knew )
and then
wait
watch
see?
as the frosted lanterns
sing the harbor dry
/
but who am I to judge
all boarded windows and gusts
i who you where us we,
-
till just-
follow on down
into that
absent labyrinthine corpse,
crawl on down
into soft mist and dirt
speak the air
and breathe
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
The blinkering lights being mirrored on the perfectly still water reminds me of everything in the past year, good choices mediocre mistakes and just everything.
And then the fireworks exploding in the night sky bringing this promising light for our future, this light full of wonder and breathtaking colors. The sparks flying like the possibilities of what ever is in store for us next...
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC