Category: Post-It Note Poetry
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Collapse – March 26
Poem Sometimes you push through, pull out the stops and drain those reserves, and other times you have to succumb, and collapse, and float. Collapse. Commentary The sister-poem to yesterday’s poem. I’m ok now though.
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Breathe – March 25
Poem The walls have come down, down and from the sides; sideways, then up, up, and again around. It’s a box now, I’m boxed, and I need to take a breath. Commentary Stress management strategy failing.
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Fed – March 22
Poem Forgotten, followed, forlorn, fed; Skip the shadows, trip thresholds, cling to the angles. Commentary This was really just me riffing on some vampire lore I had incorporated into a short story published last year.
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The Crash – March 21
Poem Find a peace in the notes Focus, it’s just a few fingers… Crashing chaos of strings… Commentary I’m learning to play guitar by playing Rocksmith. It’s fun. And cacophonic.
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The Crack – March 20
Poem You take a breath and feel it all, bundled up inside you; So push the emotions into a ball, and take another breath, don’t stall; Now breathe it out, evaporate, and get it out. Renew. Commentary I was getting stressed about random projects and life and did some breathing exercises to chill out, and…
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Experiment 2 – March 19
Poem Adroit, sinister, Turn around! Back in line, and fumigate. Now allocate the previous model. Commentary A stream-of-consciousness effort. Made me consider who is giving the orders and what is happening, though. Might be fodder for a future story.
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Introspection – March 18
Poem Introspection, lo! What madness, this? When I think so I dare not miss the chance to discount heart & soul; I’d rather catch up Facebook, yo. Commentary This was a response poem to my dear friend mocking me for having lots of electronics to keep me distracted from having to ponder the universe. I…
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The Train Ticket – March 17
Poem Oh woe is me, long gone now, tree. Replaced by plastic (not fantastic) Ah fuck, I’ll ride the train for free. Commentary I tried to swipe my plastic train card thing to get on the train, and it said it was invalid. After much fiddling it finally seemed to work, so I didn’t ride…
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Tired – March 16
Poem Sometimes everything is too tired. Eyes, limbs, hands. I want to sink back into bed. Commentary I was literally exhausted. I tried to express this through the flat, tired letters and the soft black pillow on which I placed the note…
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The Universe Sucks – March 15
Poem If you never fall you’ll never give gravity her due; Truth is, the universe sucks. That’s all it can do, and it does it well. Commentary I wasn’t in any kind of depressed mood here, merely playing with gravity and how much it sucks.
