Memories of suicides
That don't exist, but almost did.
A macabre reminder
Of potential presents and lost futures
With a grin, they all coalesce:
In the final breath of a dying wave.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Archive for the ‘National Poetry Writing Month 2021’ Category
Macabre Reminder (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #20) Leave a comment
Holes In My Umbrella (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #19) Leave a comment
Getting soaked on my walk home
Because there are holes in my umbrella
Maybe it’s just a habit
For me to use it whenever it rainsBut more likely, I find it comforting
Even as the years go by
It’s always here to keep me company
As I splash in the puddles
– Shaman Romney 2021
Wishing (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #18) Leave a comment
Wishing I could be different person
Wish I could just become somebody new
However it seems I only worsen
Change comes so rarely, and choices so fewAnd yet every day I keep on scheming
And yet every day I try once again
Battered but not broken I keep dreaming
Goading myself to work past my disdainAnd nobody knows who I am inside
And nobody knows how I think and feel
I push my feelings and troubles aside
To conjure a face of iron and steelSomeday I hope my wish will be granted
And I can become who I want to be
Another tree who’s roots have been planted
Wish I was a stable and happy me.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Afternoon Nap (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #17) Leave a comment
Energy evaporates
In the afternoon sun
My head hits the pillow
For only a little napThe day passes away
As I rest peacefully
Now I’m fully rested
In time for a good night’s sleep
– Shaman Romney 2021
Essential (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #16) Leave a comment
I’m the stop gap, the bottleneck
The pack mule of this future tech
The domino you shouldn’t flick
The golden one, the crucial brick
The dam who holds the torrent back
The jar without a single crack
Or so I hope, but worst of all
No one knows I’m about to fall.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Fear, Hate, Self (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #15) Leave a comment
We keep ourselves safe with fear
As we run from what we hate
In order to save our self.But in preserving the self,
Must I hide within the fear
As I succumb to the hate?Will I now let all this hate
Corrupt me to a worse self?
Is it now too late, I fear.I fear I’ll hate my new self.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Art (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #14) Leave a comment
Words of men’s souls;
of creation.
The inspiration of human beings:
Art.
Of being human,
inspiring the
Creation of souls:
men of words.
– Shaman Romney 2021
Paper Boat (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #13) Leave a comment
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
To try and keep my sanity afloat
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And as my greatest wish escapes my throat
I wonder what it is like to be free
I fold my mind into a paper boat
And drift upon the endless, shifting sea
– Shaman Romney 2021
Survivor’s Lament (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #12) Leave a comment
In the mirror, all I see
A ghastly shade stares back at me
Haunted eyes, of hate and scorn
In their depths a love forlorn
Ghosts of memories come again
Where once was joy, now only pain
Years of torture, cries I've wailed
Grim reminders of those I've failed
Demons in bottles and needle points
Try as I may, it all disappoints
Through all my lies, I know you're gone
Unjust as it is, I still live on
– Shaman Romney 2021
Future Mistakes (National Poetry Writing Month 2021 #11) Leave a comment
Memories are warnings against our future mistakes
Oft unheeded guidance for us
Why don’t we listen?
Why not learn?
Ego?
Pride?
Joy?
Love?
Mercy?
Something else?
We may never know
Because we have trouble learning
And so, we make mistakes and more future memories
– Shaman Romney 2021
