poem – Page 28 – Jordyn Saelor

Whence the Waters Wailed

Flighty fingers hold the key to the pit in my gut where I bottle all my resentment. You know what you said, bedhead, but I pretended

Letters for when the Love Lies

Let’s begin with the cure: I am consciously aware that what my thoughts tell me are not the truth. But sometimes they creep in insidiously, a mosquito’s sickle tooth,

I want a different background, a different date, hello good sir, have an appointment with fate? No sir, I mean sir, hullo there, g’day, don’t soothe me with greetings, don’t ask me my name don’t use up your language, it only holds blame. — I want a different story, a different time, fate still hasn’tContinue reading “How to Seize Your Destiny”

don’t tell dada ’bout the doggie door

What a deranging display of pointless perfidiousness, superfluous insidiousness, what plainly prattling perfidious pomps these two children are, all persnickety and rickety making a racket with their wickets in the croquet thicket,

Spirits of my Past

July’s firefly sky left your breath to rattle leaves and imprint the wind. *** Check out my buymeapizza page, I inconsistently add poems over there but recently posted a new one.

Hallowmas

Más y Menos, los superheroes rapidos, are tired out today but you’re more tired out than they why don’t you want to play racin’ round the Christmas tree

The Imp in the Candle

Pebbles pelt and words welt, these weapons came worst this last orbit of the sunbelt, in the sweltering storms I feared I’d melt and my wax armor

Follow Me to the Hollow

Follow me to the hollow in the wood where we could talk until dawn. Run unto the sun inside our galaxy where we could be free. Chase me to the place under the sea, I ever ask you to be true. — Take me to the wilds, our picnic place on Pluto, the mushrooms inContinue reading “Follow Me to the Hollow”

Yuh (slang for you)

If you’re young enough to know what’s hip these days, you know saying hip probs ain’t it, that was like ten years ago, kids these days say

Another For a Balm

Another night of feeling sad, another poem for a balm– like showering each day, I run these words as soap over the sorrow of my soul and the clean scent makes it all better for a little while. *** I’ve been listening to Kate Bush a lot recently, and this song has perfect winter vibes.Continue reading “Another For a Balm”