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25 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: Halloween, Halloween poetry, poem, poet, poetry, spooky poetry, writing community, writing poetry
Author – Robin McNamara
Will your ghosts rest tonight
As you sleep?
last minute of the clock
Strikes midnight
To take you into another day
Another moment
Another chance—
The cards have fated you.
Remains of the day
Scattered like sand across
Your eyes, which you will open
In the morning and rub away
The ghosts of the night.
25 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in October 2020, poetry Tags: blue moon, full moon, Halloween, hunters moon, poem, poet, poetry, writing community, writing poetry
Hunter’s moon
haunted soon
moon in blue
coming for you
Hunted by night
prey in sight
predator rising slow
searching down below
Blood moon haunts
mercurial taunts
no escape for you
hunter’s moon in blue
An hour lost
time is the cost
outrun by none
except the rising sun
18 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in October 2020, poetry Tags: mental health, pandemic poetry, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry writing, writing, writing poetry
Like sandpaper
everything feels rough
little bits being shaved off
under constant frustration
Grating changes
lack of control
nothing is normal
feeling untethered
Constant exposure
whether we know it
or not
to possible infection
Affecting home
work school
relationships
entire lives
Everyday more
grating and grinding
pushing towards explosions
repetitive frustration
11 Oct 2020 2 Comments
in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: poem, poet, poetry, writing poems, writing poetry
By Robin McNamara
By Robin McNamara
Me, Myself and I,
Walked past the wintered
Tree
In the park with it’s departed
Leaves.
Myself though about I
And what to do with Me.
My heart, like the leaves
Fallen in decay.
I was within Myself,
All alone in the park,
With just Me.
11 Oct 2020 Leave a comment
in October 2020, Write In The Flow Tags: anxiety, fears, mental health, phobias, poem, poems, poetry, writing poetry
By Robin McNamara
By Robin McNamara
Like a depressed version of
Rodan’s Sculpture, the Thinker-
I’m hunched up with an unfolding
Mind. Out escaped everything.
Fears, anxiety and phobias,
All scattered everywhere.
I almost tripped over my
Arachnophobia in haste to
Escape my coulrophobhia.
It’s no joke really-
That… film, I can’t watch IT.
And that song 99 Red Balloons?
Definitely can’t listen to that.
I tried to take a walk but-
My Agoraphobia said,
“I’m back bitch.”
So the black dog started
To whine incessantly,
Inside my head.
And yep, you’ve guessed it-
My phobia: cynophobia did
Not help matters at all.
Now I’ve gone barking mad.
27 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in poetry, September 2020 Tags: change, fall, letting go, mental health, poem, poet, poetry, writing, writing poetry
There is beauty in letting go
a coloring of change
making way for something new
preparing to undergo transformation
flashes of brightness and being bold
everyone notices each phase of the change
until we lie dormant regathering our strength
quietly waiting for new life to begin
whispering winds of renewed hope
fall into becoming
the trees will show you the way
20 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in poetry, September 2020 Tags: poem, poet, poetry, wildfire smoke, writing, writing poetry
Orange tinged sun
behind smoke filled skies
like a mask of vapors
seen and unseen
another invader to the body
hanging hazy heaviness
pushing in with each breath
acrid caresses
a daily personal hell
31 Aug 2020 Leave a comment
in August 2020, poetry Tags: poem, poems, poet, poetry, writing
A story of lingering
Haunting scent
hangs heavy in heat
memories of forgotten evil
moonlight bathes pieces of alabaster
all that remains now
a-da-na-ta soul no more
souls so we may live
souls that live to serve
a-da-nv-do spirit unseen
we move in the scent
of mimosa
A poem based on the first short novel I self-published in 2013, Mimosa, on the ancient lines of protector and taker in the land of the Cherokee.
21 Aug 2020 Leave a comment
in August 2020, poetry Tags: abide, covid, poem, poet, poetry
We can abide with this
persist and hold on
a moment in time
if we live in peace
We can endure this trial
through acceptance
and letting go
with control of ourselves
We can bear this journey
together
sharing love and understanding
without being lost
We can persist despite chaos
focusing on the present
holding on to hope
we can abide with this
This poem was inspired by a Public Service Announcement in Montana with the actor Jeff Bridges who lives here. In it, he harkens back to his role in The Big Lebowski in which his character the Dude abides, or continues on, remains, is always there. We too can abide in this way during this tumultuous time with a little love, a little peace, and a little hope.
18 Nov 2019 2 Comments
in November 2019, poetry Tags: poem, poems, poetry, poets, retrograde, writing
Retrograde
backwards
mistakes
delays
Or is it a pause?
Time given for reflection
correction
planning
communication
Or is it for truth telling?
Unwinding the lies
from ourselves
from others
digging deeper
Or is it preparation?
Rebuilding strength
gaining clarity
managing emotion
sitting in it
Retrograde
acknowledgement
understanding
truth telling
Deborah Horton Writing 