Tag: davidmpitchford
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66 Lothario
Poem 65 I slew five dragons for youwith a bic pen and A4 notebookwalking you to collegeboth ways uphillin thundersnowsof CO2 sleetswam the Ohio rivernude under the new moonin January to fetch your bagelscleaned out your stablesby diverting the Mississippiwhile slaying seven hydrasto gain the shield of Perseuswith which to defeat Medusawith whose headI stoned…
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Dancing with Rumi: #61
Poem 61 I dance again, drink the more, againcontinue this dance from 2011dogear Rumiage him to deathyoung we were when we began Rumi, we dancedwith so many poetsthat brief age –Borges, Bukowski, Frost and NerudaEliot, Crane & Crane, Hart and StevenLisel and Louise, Emily, Mrs. ParkerEdna, Anna, Thea, Kat and Anita . . .so many…
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Challenge Poem #56 after WWordsworth
Composed Upon a Nameless Bridge, Dec 25, 2023 nothing more fair in darkness has this worldthat we dull of soul pass by daily anon —a sight untouching, missing touch of sununtil morning graces with skies unfurledin truth and beauty clad, painted in cloud-pearledKentucky blue – horses racing, they stunin their purebred pedigrees! and what nonecan…
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Challenge Poem #53
I get itchyif I go too longwithoutwritingas though . . .the world can’t revolvesans wobbleuntil I spill wordsinto lines . . . no matterhow unbalancedor unartisticperhaps this is someancestral ritualmy dna demandsperhapsit is madnessor addiction dm pitchford 12/24/23
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challenge poem 49: Hypomania
it wasn’t your hypomania per senor your insane neediness for ego feedego greed, ohmygod,I understand need, I do so understandit was your toxic narcissismtaking without giving, taking and givingpoison for potionit was your pushing of buttonsafter I restrained my own toxic naturelearning to love as I learned of hateanger displaced upon one not guiltyit was…
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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poem 38
in the fever dream I am time-blindwandering from confusion to disappointmentis this my reality? I begeither confirmation or denialyet none has grace to answer! though judgementthey have in every shade and tenor. whatsentence they pass, I remain unawaredespite the dreamscape changing horizonsfrom ashen-dead skies to that peculiar tintof blue true to Kentucky indifferencejust before the…
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Challenge Poem #37 Dico! Ergo sum!
I fucking said it, therefore I fucking am!I exist because my voice calls out. Shoutthat you are! Oh, my people, my loves, myglorious friends, call out! The stars long foryour song, that sweet timbre of your yawpingscream of life! let no day pass without yousing to your own soul and that nearest you!whisper if it…
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Challenge Poem 13
there’s a gene in me wants to hibernateit is not the dog’s cancer-cough todaythat makes me want to stay abed, though thatdoes weigh my heart with utter gravity –it is the dropping temperature and dampof this Kentucky winter day. cold frontmoving in with wind and rain and tonightforecasted for a hard freeze. I’m secondshift, so…
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