Sometimes Grace Sucks

To put too fine a point on it:
Sure there are still things that frighten me
Oh, God, yes
Always room
for another stark surprise
a new specter to flinch under,
a new fluke-slash-diagnosis.

imagesGod thinks you have broad shoulders,
we’re told again (and again)
But I have to think
He’s playing that block tower game,
but in reverse,
laying it on, piece by piece
seeing how much we can carry
before we collapse

Then maybe He’ll chuckle, have a beer,
and start again.

Head Trip (NaPoWriMo Day 25)

shadow-198682_960_720I’m half-sick of shadows
of catching the reflection
of my darker inclination;
not in a mirror, no, but
behind the lens
of my own eye.

Makes it a bitch
to drive sometimes.

Too fleeting to call it a vision,
a hallucination, derangement –
that’s when they up your meds –
but too real to call it
a trick of the light.
Rare enough that docs
dismiss it completely.
Merely a cognitive quirk.

People may not be jumping
out of the shadows at me,
but my brain
sure
is.

 

The NaPoWriMo challenge for Day 25 was to write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (in this case, Tennyson’s Lady Of Shalott), but then take it elsewhere.

Clever One (a Kenning)

Dusk-cloaked
Day-skulker
Coarse-caller
Sharp-watcher
Wind-walker
Shingle-strutter
Branch-dancer
Trinket-taker

Death-eater
Puzzle-solver
Six-counter

Who am I?

 

crowface silhouette(The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 20 was to write a Kenning, a nordic-type of riddle poem using metaphors. For details, click here.)

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