Paracosmic

life is tough, my darling, but so are you

friend

in

Whisper, whisper,
and as such, you’re a harbinger,
turning my back before
I cower
from the path I shouldn’t wander.
Is there nothing
you can do but

whisper, whisper?
You say a dragon never swallows its fire,
and you’ll fan the flame, make it bigger.
Burn the barking dogs,
and burn me with them.

Higher, taller,
standing against the holy order,
you told me I wasn’t born a believer.
And as the watching eyes see you beside me,
from the blood of my kin past behind me
running like a river,

I still wonder if you’re real or a rumor.
Some call you mist,
a tale to scare children straight.
Others say you’re the reason
my temper flares,
my nights don’t rest,
your presence lingers.

And I stand between all of that,
with this storm in my head—
sometimes calling it instinct,
sometimes calling it you,
sometimes afraid
it’s only me,
whispering
whispering
make-believe

of your whisper, whisper.

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3 responses to “friend”

  1. dalton perry Avatar
    dalton perry

    As usual, this is wonderful. I would comment in more detail, but for the comment on your last post making reference to John Lennon no longer being there. I can reprieve it, but there are no other comments. There may be reason.

    I’m understanding better why you may not be posting on WarPress. For me, it’s a pain in the ass to navigate. I was fooling around here for a year before I posted anything, and now, a year after that, it seems that I spend more time with post parameters than I do writing new material.

    But you know me, if I’m not complaining, I bitch and whine about everything else. It’s become my second job, just ask Reyn. For what it’s worth, I am putting out a lot of product. Stories, and I’m back to poking at poetry.

    I’m confident that you know better of these crafts than I. If I find time and decide to pursue the poetry more I may choose to bother with InterestScam. At least it is more real than that poetry place where others we read and followed here began. I’ll keep and eye our for your work in the places those things cross.

    I’ll check back and see if this sticks. If not, I’ll paste it at that other place. Hoping all is pretty well for you in this crazy fucked up world. Be happy, stay safe and healthy!

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    1. jiji Avatar
      jiji

      Let me tell you a secret: not all my poems go to Instagram 😃. I keep the Instagram account to remind me to create once a month — truthfully, I am too busy to keep up with my writing. It’s a commitment to the group I was invited to join and a place to practice writing for me.

      Poetry that leans more towards gothic, surrealism, or social realism is kept in the vault for submissions to journals, or posted on WordPress. Clearly, those I posted on Instagram are not as bubbly as most Instapoetry, but poems like this one and the previous one definitely don’t have a place there. Though I might try.

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      1. dalton perry Avatar
        dalton perry

        I know. When they do one of those internet spoofs “He’s the most Italian Man in the World…” kind of things, you will be the model for “Most Busy Woman Internet News Editor In The World.” I do know that whatever you write, wherever you place your scratching’s, that the emotional rewards simply of writing, allows something out of you, and posting (or publishing) it give’s validation to your work.
        Just a fancy way of awkwardly saying what writers already know. As with a couple of others, I’ll read you where I find your work, and comment when I read it- because its so difficult to track. As you know, I’m hiding out and posting in one place. My goal is to be a more avid contributor when I’m seventy (in about a year), to submit beyond my current practice of one place a year.
        I figure by then I’ll be forgetful enough to believe I’m doing all sorts of things I’m not, or something like that. Take care. I’ll try to be less verbose in future comments. We’ll see how that goes! Maybe I can just sing and dance more around the house! Oh, it’s Friday! Dance night!

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