Poetry Corner – Trapped

Trapped

I feel trapped...

A flickering moth, abducted by the light
in an eternal state of phototaxis

A struggling rat, caught in a mousetrap
gradually accepting the thought of death

A cocky roach, appendages paralyzed by amber molasses
feelers erratically flailing in distress

A tiny ant, drowning in a pool of honey
gulping every last, sweet breath of air

A jittery fly, tangled in spider's web
unwittingly preparing itself to be its next meal

A busy bee, suddenly engulfed in green teeth
while greedily drinking at its deceitfully sweet nectar

A naive rabbit, snagged by metal cuffs
wildly spasming with each attempted escape

A fluttering butterfly, snatched in soft mesh
impulsively flapping its wings to take flight

A dangling fish, held proudly from angler's hook
desperately gasping for atoms of air

A restless dog, tightening its leash with each futile tug
foolishly strangling itself to get ahead

A tamed tiger, restlessly stalking its cage
endlessly pacing, awaiting the day its at last released

An imprisoned primate, thrashing about in its manufactured enclosure
painfully aware of its dire and futile predicament thinking

Let me out

I want to live

Poetry Corner – Stuck

Stuck

I am stuck

An invisible force holding me down

Gravity binding me to the ground

I try to get up,

but I feel three times my weight

I want to get up,

but this constraint is overpowering

I go to get up,

but I am unable to move

Caught in a Venus flytrap

Feeling inevitable death

but doing nothing about it

No one can help me

I am stuck

Poetry Corner – Supersymmetry

Supersymmetry

I am me, but there is another me

Completely opposite

Moving in the right direction

Unknowingly spinning me backwards

in the opposite direction

A contradictory pair

Dancing through time

Both partners unaware of the other

Invisibly influencing the other

I wish I could detach

and just float away

So I could map out my own path

Unaffected by myself

Poetry Corner – Sun

Sun

Sun filters in
Forming a rectangular shape
Penetrating my safe enclosure
Reminding me
The outside world still exists
If only I could harness it
to power my body
To get out of bed
Now that’s solar power!

Poetry Corner – End of Covid

End of Covid

(or Spring is Here!)

People out

Children playing

Mothers shouting

Dads catching

Babies crying

Friends laughing

Joggers running

Athletes training

Couples smiling

Guys joking

Kids frolicking

Teens flirting

Birds chirping

Cars driving

Ambulance wailing

Babies screaming

Dogs barking

Planes gliding

Gangs hanging

Crowds gathering

Bands playing

Music blasting

Cyclists cruising

Bells clanging

Men working

Seniors sitting

Boys chasing

Girls giggling

Balls dribbling

Clouds parting

Sun shining

Ice melting

Mood shifting

Depression lifting

THIS IS THE END OF COVID

Poetry Corner – finally!

finally!

I'm finally going to...

start a podcast!

who the fuck would listen to that?

perform at open mic night!

who would find you funny?

apply for that job!

why the fuck would they hire you?

get in shape!

what shape?

start jogging!

yeah, to the convenience store maybe

start my business!

are you joking?

get my life in order!

what life?

I am ready!

no you're not

This time I'm going to do it!

I don't think so

Today's the day!

maybe tomorrow

I'm gonna start on it first thing...

we'll all be waiting with bated breath

Poetry Corner – The Big Bang

The Big Bang

Everything existed in the beginning

infinitesimally small

Boundlessly projecting itself

across a blank void

Weaving the matrix

Simultaneously creating

and destroying everything in its path

Affecting the past

Manifesting the future

Riding the arrow of time

into infinity

Leaving us in its wake

like a desert mirage

Nothing exists

it's only the light we see,

how it used to be

Look on the bright side

carpe diem!

Poetry Corner – hold your head up

hold your head up

How have I, once so proud

to share with others become so despondent

hiding away in the darkness of isolation

How have I aspired to remain anonymous

when all I strive for is notoriety,

How come I am holding my head in shame

when I used to carry it so high

How have I sunk into such a deep hole

when I used to see over the tallest peaks

How have I given up when

there’s still so much left to do

so much to share

so much 

yet to be done…

For now I'll remain 

in the dark where I belong.

Poetry Corner – Carousel

Carousel

I’m tired of going in circles

like an unending carousel ride

that won’t let me off

A perpetual motion machine

powered by some hellish demon

manipulating the controls

Stuck in its eternal grip

Though I am unable to move

the carousel continues its rounds

If you don't mind

I'd like to get off now