#MicropoetryMonday – October 23 – 29, 2017

Hooray! Halloween is here! I hope you all have a safe and fun time. Remember, #CultureNotCostumes . Be creative instead of enforcing the same genocidal and erasure crap year after year. My hope is one day we natives will never have to explain this to non-natives. One can dream…

Be your spooky (and respectful) selves and have a creeptastic holiday!

Enjoy these micropoems:

 

halloween

 

Crossing meadows
to your haven
under brooding willows

I was fooled, too

We all were

So we’ll cry,
water new roots,

survive

#DimpleVerse

*

We’re rich
in an immaterial sense

Stunned by morning
flashing brilliance on the sea

Fill our pockets
with beauty like this

#SenseWrds 328

*

I’ll be
your angel on the mountain
moving it
carrying it with me
I’ll be
your comfort in darkness
a gentle light
helping you see

#lionsighs

*

Convoluted timeline
Esoteric thinking

I hear you, I do
I feel inner pain
from you

I’m not clarity
I’m just an ear here
for you

#pinkprompt

*

Summer returned
for a week

throwing off
whatever rhythm
inner drumming-

the beat
leading the body

-found

Sadness sings again

#microprompt

*

The bed made
with you in it

Damp window pane,
cracked

Scent of apples
Black & white
Polaroids

Paisley wallpaper
Rosy & grey

#OctoberFalls

*

Hawk’s piercing cry
signals the forest to bleed

Pain of birth,
a disastrous death

of a world those who destroy
won’t understand

#SWPrompt

*

 

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#OctPoWriMo – Day 30 – “Forbidden”

silence

 

Forbidden // by Jennifer Patino

 

Speaking was forbidden
Fighting back, banned

“You’re a girl,
you’re not allowed to do that”

Those discussions
at ten years old,
they had depth

One loose thread
led to the next

and the next time
I wasn’t able to scream
I remembered
how quickly
I could pretend
it was all a dream

This wasn’t helpful
at all as an adult

Tense chested,
unsure,

“And what do you think?”

The whole room blurred,
and these strangers took on
familiar faces

I’m sorry, I was brought up
to believe there were no
safe spaces

Ridiculed for my tone,
my deep voice,
my inflection

My way with words,
my whispered pleas,
my long winded introspection

I mute myself now
when I feel reactions
of those who feel
I’m a burden, a distraction

I’m a talking doll
shaking at loud noises
with a never ending stream
of incessant inner voices

Hush now, you’ve shared too much
And it’s never going to be enough

 

 

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 29 – “Symbols”

symbols

 

Symbols // by Jennifer Patino

 

I gathered up some of this inspiration,
traded empty sheets for these scribbles

yet

the format started forming symbols
of the ancient alien language I can only read in dreams,

now I can say they are coming from somewhere else,
now I can say that a possession of sorts is occurring,

and it’s necessary
for the sake of sanity,
which is art

 

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 28 – “Listen”

pattern

 

Listen // by Jennifer Patino

 

I hear them round the circle drum song,

their voices in harmony

 

One love

One vibration

 

This is where we belong

This is where we were gifted

This is where we’ll end up

This is where…

 

the smoke clears and we see

brilliance in every treetop,

sunbeams giving birth to rainbows,

hearts on sleeves, oversized

abundance of love,

of gratitude,

of a present we can be peaceful in

 

This is our gift, friends,

relatives

This is our home,

our Mother,

our sky filled with wonder

 

and then the stars sing,

drumming ceases,

hearts continue the thrumming,

the earth flow,

the blood, the water,

life

 

and they listen

we listen…

listen

 

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 27 – “Georgia”

georgia

 

Georgia // by Jennifer Patino

 

Do you remember Georgia?

The state

the girl

No, not Georgia, the girl

The girl in Georgia?

No, that was a guy in Georgia that night

That girl

Georgia?

That time we went to Georgia

to pick up that girl

No, I know that girl’s name wasn’t Georgia

I know she was in Georgia

I know what happened to her was the same thing

that happened to that girl named Georgia

Anyway, I was thinking of Georgia

That girl, the state, and the girl named Georgia

Everything about Georgia

Amber waves, hair, cornfields,

the way pale hands could shake like that

The scent of forest everywhere

How we made all those jokes about peaches

Yes, I do remember that girl nicknamed Peaches,

but we’re not talking about her

We’re talking about

all we’re not supposed to talk about

About that night

down in Georgia

at 3:14 am

And the phone call

you almost didn’t answer

I know, I know

I can’t say her name don’t you see?

We left her behind

in Georgia

And now she’s another

lost and forgotten one

 

* Author’s Note: I went with a rewrite today. I’ve spent a few hours doing some editing of last month’s work and outlining my next project, and this poem (and the memories associated with it) stood out to me. I polished it up and decided to share it today since I’m out of spoons and need a break. This poem is about a few different situations involving connected individuals, and conversations that never happened but probably should have.

 

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 26 – “Giiwitaabatoo”

PiotrSiedleckiArtwork by Piotr Siedlecki

 

Giiwitaabatoo // by Jennifer Patino

 

My mind is a combination
of intersecting circles
that form together,
a cycle
running on
an unreliable clock

My mind can reach
all time, and no time,
and all at once
if I let it       If I let
it run too far away,
away from me

My mind builds barriers
to keep hoops from
interlocking       Everything
comes full circle       What
goes around comes around,
my mind knows this

My mind can break chains
on its own and sometimes
converge with another
fleeting, floating stray
and I just go with its flow
and breathe circular

I learn from each
rotation       I grow
and change like seasons

 

  • Giiwitaabatoo –
    s/he runs around in a circle
    in Ojibwe

 

#OctPoWriMo – Day 25 – “Equinox”

starlings

 

Equinox // by Jennifer Patino

 

Will you recall the moments just before

the scene changed?              Most likely

the aftermath will be in the forefront

of sinister memory               Darlings,

starlings            Away toward winter

 

Clouds ruined every view you

carved and polished perfectly

out of a sky you felt safe enough

to rely on           You can’t dance

anymore or else you would

 

For the rain       For the icy snow

For the migration of old thoughts

to new thoughts       For the desire

to relocate from wherever your

shadows reside

 

Tell yourself this is unforgettable

And then spend a lifetime struggling

to remember fragile details       Those

delicate displays that transformed you–

your unavoidable equinox