In such slow motion
we walk along autumn.
The first snowflake amidst rain
flickers before unnoticed death.
We dance by with eyes closed.
We skip, gallop, we trip and give a
day or two of thanks. We lift our heads,
there it is: Finals Week.
Like brushing teeth without water.
Like combing hair with thick fingers.
We plunge in with a mask but no air tanks.
Who knew we could live so long without breath?
Original Work by J.Lyn 11/7/2014
Here’s to you
my funny friends who have
such entertaining posts & tweets.
I lol’d all over the fof or
is there no such thing?
Here’s to you
my infinite pixeled photo opp
and the ability to share – so teets!
or tits? so totes. Adorbs. For real.
So a word can say a thousand
words the way a photo can?
So for the year 2014
I devoted all my time to scrolling
through feeds and clicking like to every
selfie, cool app, baby laughing, cat falling
every random poll that tells me who I am
But I cannot lie
I miss oh four when myspace
was barely there and still not here.
When friending was done in person
and goose flesh resulted from
hearing laughter and tasting tears and it
Occurred each day for real.
Original Work 11/7/2014 J.Lyn
Once upon a time in tales of yore
were stories of unmatched moral compass
They reached across from shore to shore
to set right various sorts of rumpus.
They guided hearts and mended minds
they spoke to kids and wives and husbands.
They warned which words caused lasting binds
and traced traits that made slow time sands.
But then one dark and gloomy day
a man all dressed in night
decided scaring children away
just didn’t seem all that right.
He took the stories, shook them out
shedding what made fright or fear
He aimed for dry and safe all about
as he wanted every record clear.
And soon the children forgot the why
of not to play at night
And there came this woman not at all shy
dancing through moonlight
The colors were Oh! so very Oh!
and everyone craned to see
They followed one by one and so
that city began ceasing to be.
Why wake if but to die
When you look you see the reasons why
and those my Child
are The reasons Why.
~J.Lyn. Dec 5, 2013.
- Wakeful (blueowlcollections.wordpress.com)
- Waking Up and Smelling the Roses, Ain’t Working No More ,someone Give Me a New Life (michellelagatule.wordpress.com)
- Loneliness (auhetrick.wordpress.com)
- Wake Me Up 🙂 (lifeofafemalebiblewarrior.wordpress.com)
Lost in Reverie ~J.Lyn ~10/9/2013
Quite unintentionally, I have determined where I live
Did I always thought it was here and now, I did.
and so I disposed myself to the reason hid
for life at all in this life someone did give.
I searched the lines of shelves of books
dug deep in hidden passages and nooks.
I looked to the stars, thru the prophets, heard jokers.
The while long I shied away from badness and blokers.
I worked hard and harder still as any good person does at will
I fought my demons. fought tired. fought ill.
and still I fought when others did not.
I saw them, they know, when their sins they bought.
And there I was, here I am, still wondering
and every little thing wraps into one pondering.
While I gaze upon the fabled words in Hollow asleep
I found my place in reverie as Irving did keep.
- Lost in Reverie – “These Dreams” (peoplesadvocacycouncil.wordpress.com)
- Brazen Reverie (poetscornerblog.wordpress.com)