Tag: poetry

Casting Shadows

Casting Shadows

by nikebottalico

 

Night, night casting shadows

Awake, spinning outside

            barefoot

Stars sprinkle dust

Moon at half mast

With Shadowland

          the other half

Digging deep in the mind

Burrowing in the pain

Outstretched hands

Digging into her belly

          Wombless

Feeling the light of the stars

Beating on  her chest

Begging the light to revive her torn heart

And torn parts

 

Written on 07-21-2018

 

Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
~musingsilence ~∞ © LadyO©
In the year 2018 of conflict and purposefulness ©

 

Across the Mind

Across the Mind

by nikebottalico

People walk by
Strangers with strange things happening.
I see
colors out the windows, apparitions float by.
I see
children, who are they?
I hear
Steady low music plays a tune
that is scrabbled about in my brain cells.
Hurry
Get the slide, look at it from the microscope.
I see
fibrous tissues cells, red and pinks
I hear
Shadow talk, what happens to the brain cells when they die.
O my
Do you run away, do you stay?
Where is my top hat?
I have lost it or is there a top hat?
I am afraid
Forgetting, knowing you are forgetting.
Do you go before you are gone?
The shadows press against my forehead.
I am afraid.
I am afraid
Of the Fade

 

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nebottalico ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
~musingsilence ~∞ © LadyO©
In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Day 7 January 7th, 2017

Day 7 January 7th, 2017

by nikebottalico

 

 

Round about
a way
Not straight
true north
Nor west

Places that never
belong to anyone
Well, they should
not belong to anyone

They need to be free
As we need to be free
Not encumbered

She smiled, with
her blue eyes bright
As she twirled
a bit of her hair

 

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nebottalico  ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
~musingsilence ~∞ ©
LadyO©
In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Syntax, The Unexpected Error

Syntax, The Unexpected Error

by nikebottalico

Day 3 January 2017 Poems

Tweets ought to be
birds singing
Yet, we sigh,,, some
Unconvinced vernacular.
Those that believed, |Still|

Others, set in their ways;
For change, ought not
See,
See,
Have
Seen
the disruption.

1930s come, go.
1950s come, go.
2016 come, go.

We bargain, we fear, we rage
“We” in the mixture of the
larger audience needs to
reach into the bowels,
the sanguine parts
And twist,
Bloodied
we turn

Build voices
quiet resistance
less than a number of ticks
How many 140?

Tick, tick, tick-
tock.

Material is copyrighted to & by
nebottalico ©
Pen Names | AKA (also known as) also under copyright
~musingsilence ~∞ ©
LadyO©
In the year 2017 of conflict and wandering aimlessly ©

Primitive dreams

Primitive dreams

by nikebottalico

Did you lose your way…

along the passages through the cliffs?

Falling, falling, lips brushed cold          Midnight night skies,

to the warmth of Gauguin‘s light.

Pressed iced glass colors                  Calmness washed absent

Flight, from civility                               Bohemian magic

Rediscovery in                                   Pressed fingers pulse beat

The rhythm of paced breaths             the pearls dropped …

spilling on to floor stealing                  the shimmer of pale moons.

Bending images back

Into an Iris penetrating….

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