My words fidget-
a resonance so shrill
it continuously escapes me-
like damselflies careening
over bitter pools.
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My heart is a skiff
chasing storm-tinctured skylines.
Its vacancies easily doused
I fight for breath underwater.
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I have a knack for anechdoche,
for transmigration but wherever I go
it is to that same backlit frame that I return,
a motherless fetus exhumed.
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The damage is mostly internal.
Eternal, I propagate my faults
though the addition
only serves to diminish.
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Where do I even begin. I am having trouble facing certain realities/situations and I have sort of shut down emotionally which is making writing difficult. Also because I have been writing less frequently I am feeling uncertain and out of sync.
mindlovemisery 
Some great lines… ‘Damselflies careening over bitter pools’
Thanks Sue!
I hope your situation, whatever it is, improves soon. I can assure you your writing is as good as ever . Sending you lots of positive thoughts 🙂
Wow thank you for your lovely words
💜
Your writing is always so beautiful and profound.
I am sorry life is not treating you well, I hope things get better for you soon, and if you want to talk, you know where to find me!
I am not sure if its life or just preoccupation/distraction thank you so much
Amber Ma’am, the lines are great befitting of the seasoned poet. Such writings would provide the impetus to soldier on to forget any kind of restrictive encroaches!
Hank
Wow Hank what a tremendous compliment thank you
Life seldom works on our own time or plans. You are still writing extremely well with great feeling. I hope you feel better or more expressive at least. “Motherless fetus” and the “damselflies careening”, were great lines!
Thank you Mark for your kind words!
Anytime my dear ☺
Hope you feel better soon and remember that shutting down emotionally only shuts down for others but not for yourself, you may ignore them but they still live. ((HUGS))
Thank you so much Hector (hugs) there is no escaping the self haha
You get lots of hugs from me, Yves. I hope you come through the other side soon.
Thank you Tony, I am missing my blogging family (hugs back)
There are so many exquisite lines in this piece, despite how you are feeling.
I am so sorry that life has you in such an place/space. Sending and (((((hugs))))).
Thank you so much hugs back
Hope you are doing better, and feel ok about writing and othe rthings.
“Storm-tinctured skylines”–WOWZA. I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time, and as I’ve said before, it’s amazing that it doesn’t affect your brilliant writing…
That is so sweet of you to say, thank you
You’re most welcome.
i feel you on feeling out of sync. for the last 6 months or so, i have written only in a journal and i am relearning my poetic voice. ha. it will pass and you will settle into a rhythm again. just keep writing. they are there waiting just beneath the surface.
Thanks Brian for the encouraging words and I am so glad to see you again!
I am right there with you on this one. I’ve been taking it easy…so be easy on yourself. I do continue to write something small daily, but I no longer fight to fit every prompt. And that’s OK. Sometimes we need a change in our routines in order to shatter expected molds.
Glad you enjoyed my piece on the prompt. I find that when I stick to a short form I can plow through a prompt easier than if I use more words and trip over my own thoughts. An Elfje only has 11 words. So sometimes I put them in a series. 🙂
I think everything comes in waves. Sometimes I write ferociously, sometimes I am more physical and less cerebral, and sometimes I just need to process and mull over everything.
I used to write extremely long, rambling poems and haiku helped me to learn how to trim the fat so to speak.
Just write what makes you happy 🙂