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Finally by J.A. Grier
I imagine I can fly,
for just a moment
hopping on one foot,
I leap and fall onto the air
my arms outstretched
Could I circle the moon?
Dip into the atmosphere
of sultry Venus, then
skip like a stone past
Jupiter, and through
Saturn’s icy halo? Just
once, I would like to
fly unfettered without
any kind of reality,
or bills or permission
of the laws of physics,
or someone’s kind of
approval. I want Neptune’s
blue cotton swirls in my
fingers. Moon dust
in my hair. Eyes rimmed
with ancient lava from
Mercury’s shores.
But I’ll skip Mars for now,
since I don’t need
the company of so
very, very many robots.
"Finally" © J.A. Grier. All Rights Reserved - You must get written permission from me if you wish to repost, reblog, or otherwise reproduce this work in part or in whole.
I imagine I can fly,
for just a moment
hopping on one foot,
I leap and fall onto the air
my arms outstretched
Could I circle the moon?
Dip into the atmosphere
of sultry Venus, then
skip like a stone past
Jupiter, and through
Saturn’s icy halo? Just
once, I would like to
fly unfettered without
any kind of reality,
or bills or permission
of the laws of physics,
or someone’s kind of
approval. I want Neptune’s
blue cotton swirls in my
fingers. Moon dust
in my hair. Eyes rimmed
with ancient lava from
Mercury’s shores.
But I’ll skip Mars for now,
since I don’t need
the company of so
very, very many robots.
"Finally" © J.A. Grier. All Rights Reserved - You must get written permission from me if you wish to repost, reblog, or otherwise reproduce this work in part or in whole.
Literature
Ash Wind
I hold this flower high,
high above the rising fire.
I do not falter, nor tire.
Even though I shall die...
Higher callings tell me, I
must stop what they conspire.
Stop all of their desire.
Towards the heavens I cry!
I feel myself consumed!
Flames turn me to dust!
My life, my duty is done.
This flower, not doomed.
All things remain just!
Ash flies towards the sun!
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Breathe
I’ve known how to breathe all my life,
at least that’s what I’ve been told.
No one taught me
no one showed me how
I just opened my mouth and
breathe in,
breathe out.
If I never had to learn how to live
why does it sometimes feel
so goddamn hard to fill my lungs
and let go of everything
like I’ve been born to do?
Why did no one tell me about the earth
and how it lives too,
about how when I press my ear to the dirt
I can hear it wheezing and
crying all at once?
Someone once told me that,
someone once said that the Earth is alive
and it inhales children’s footsteps
and exhales the trees whispers
and sighs the so
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I Wish
I wish you wanted me
I wish you accepted me
I wish that I didn't feel like a burden to you
I wish that I could be validated by you
I wish that you would listen to me
I wish that I didn't feel this pain
I wish that I could take my heart away from you
I wish I had never given you my heart in the first place
I wish that loving you didn't hurt
Didn't carve me up inside
Didn't make me feel so rejected
I love you I love you I love you
And it hurts so much
But I love you enough to stay
Stay until it kills me.
4/16/2018
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A somewhat humorous poem about wanting to touch the planets (with a bit of an in joke at the end about how much exploration there has been of Mars, and how perhaps other places are languishing ...)
If you are inclined to critique, as with theWrittenRevolution, (trade critique here for Blue Heaven) you might consider:
- Does the imagery work, or is some too common (i.e. Moon dust?)
- Are the line lengths appropriate, or does the rhythm seem too choppy?
- Does the poem end too abruptly? Does the ending work with the rest of the piece?
- Is the overall tone appropriate, or is it too whimsical? Does the subject matter work with this lighthearted approach?
If you like your writing on the weird side, maybe mixed with some sci-fi, humor, fantasy, horror, and even some of the strangely scientific, I'd be pleased if you'd follow my twitter [link] and blog [link] Thanks!
If you are inclined to critique, as with theWrittenRevolution, (trade critique here for Blue Heaven) you might consider:
- Does the imagery work, or is some too common (i.e. Moon dust?)
- Are the line lengths appropriate, or does the rhythm seem too choppy?
- Does the poem end too abruptly? Does the ending work with the rest of the piece?
- Is the overall tone appropriate, or is it too whimsical? Does the subject matter work with this lighthearted approach?
If you like your writing on the weird side, maybe mixed with some sci-fi, humor, fantasy, horror, and even some of the strangely scientific, I'd be pleased if you'd follow my twitter [link] and blog [link] Thanks!
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This is lovely and it's a pretty imagery.