realization – Jenny Grace's Poetry and Creative Writing Techniques

Last Sunday in March, a poem

Overcast, grayness sticks to the sky; white dirtied by the rain, lurking, threatening to burst.

Sun struggles to reappear.

I Know Why:

Heaped together strung like imperfectly corded beads, my days slip and scatter to the ground; tapping far off is the thought hidden that dispatches those rude awakenings that all is not well on the outside of the cocoon in which I have sequestered myself.

Ordered pair:

Never existed, except in geometry.

Disorder is the caveat that has to be simply accepted.

Slope downhill from here accelerated by lack of energy.

Not a Love Poem: Poem from the Past

Not going to write a love poem.

Not going to look out there in that patch of space.

Where I loved someone more that I should have.

I sacrificed myself out there; lost pieces of me.

Not going to write a love poem.

For something that wasn’t.

Sanctuary

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Sanctuary

That moment, the moment you seeped into my soul like poison,

an injection of you.

You shone like a multifaceted jewel, smooth like velvet spilling into velvety darkness.

I, I needed an anchor in the darkness, and you were what reached for me.

And I knowing better reached back.

Now,

when it feels too late,

I recoil from the sting.

Poisoned,

I am.

Your shadow hovers like impending death.

Trapped,

I am and I don’t know how to free myself.

Not a Love Poem

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Not going to write a love poem.

Not going to look out there in that patch of space.

Where I loved someone more than I should have.

I sacrificed myself out there, lost pieces of me.

Not going to write a love poem.

For something that wasn’t.