beat a conumdrum

To be an independent person
is that even a goal?
in puzzle of humanity, all pieces interdependent…
Or overthink, think, think it and become co-dependent
when one marries you are
ONE
whole/half holey
person; impersonate or get personal
flesh will mesh, soles mate
(maybe, baby—by wearing each other’s shoes)
but if it don’t fit…it pinches!
walk it out anyway
or choose friendship only, still grow old lonely
i wonder who/whom we really DEPENDS (trademark) on ?!

risky either way and
“we’re out of your size,” says shoe sales person.
Repeat after Dr. Seuss: “A person’s a person, no matter how small!”

Grace hosts a descort prompt at dVerse Poets. The word descort comes from the idea of discordia or disagreement. Variations in rhythm, rhyme, stanza shape, language, or voice reflected tension and emotional conflict within the poem itself. The traditional themes of the descort are inner turmoil, emotional conflict, and unrequited love.

in the stillness

. . .

spending time alone:

loneliness empties us but

solitude can fill

. . .

quiet time alone

listen to your soul
alone is not loneliness
but self-connection
we all need time to process
life’s challenges and trauma

heron’s haunts

crickets ‘n crawdads sing off-key
in surreal dream left condemned
on river surrounded by marshland
of carolina’s backwaters…look away
like empty windows that stare coldly
as lonely boat cradles dead body in
hull…cut memory loose, let it drift
through mind’s dark tunnel beyond
plaster and bricks’ clayed dilapidation


Written in response to d’verse ekphrastic prompt featuring art by Lee Madgwick. The previous evening, I’d watched the film, “Where Crawdads Sing,”based on book by same title.

departure’s aura

 

smoldering fireplace
the sweet perfume of burned herbsimages
loneliness grabs my throat

© Chèvrefeuille

 

my loved one’s scent lingers here
embers of family ties

© lynn__

 

 


Tan Renga challenge at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai