I have kinks in my life’s rope
Knots and snarls, tangles and twists
Holding me back from function
But life is a climber’s wall
So I’ll start to untangle
Until finally I’m ready
To make the journey
– SR Romney 2020
Archive for the ‘Poem #6’ Tag
Rope (National Poetry Writing Month 2020 #6) Leave a comment
Regrets (National Poetry Writing Month 2019 #6) Leave a comment
If you let your dreams be dreams
They will become your nightmares
And you will be caught unawares
In a life that isn’t yours
Your bars are made of your regrets
Your last meal is life untasted
In your haste to live for others
You rushed to your own conclusion
– Shaman Romney 2019
Calm Mind (National Poetry Writing Month 2018 #6) Leave a comment
I wish my mind was more calm,
But try as I might I can’t keep my head from exploding.
My racing brain is a qualm
The constant torrent of my thoughts keeps my brain eroding.I want to cut my brain short
And finish off a single thought before it keeps moving.
Fire a single retort,
Before my brain fires off gish gallop, disapprovingA single second to breathe
Instead of this asphyxiation due to my ranting.
I feel anxiety seethe
And take over my every thought with it’s endless chanting.Maybe some day it will clear;
I’ll find the raging sea inside is finally stilling.
I know the path is austere
But learning to control my storm will be quite fulfilling.
– Shaman Romney 2018
(Today’s prompt was to deal with line lengths in a way that stretched your comfort zone. I decided to do a 7-14, ABAB rhyme poem. This was difficult at first, but I actually like it as form, and I might do more like this in the future.)
Coffee (National Poetry Writing Month 2017 #6) 2 comments
My favorite drink
My morning ritual
Something to do besides work
An excuse for conversation
Fuel for a looming deadline
A failed college career
A fond memory
An unhealthy addiction
Brown, opaque water
The roasted seed of a fruit
Coffea arabica or coffea canephora
Eighty to one hundred thirty five milligrams of caffeine
A drink
– Shaman Romney 2017
Glasses: 4 Lunes (National Poetry Writing Month #6) Leave a comment
My life is
Spaced within a metal frame
Uniquely my ownThrough panels of glass
My world is
Full of love, of lossBut yours is
Something unique to only you
Shaped by experienceI wish we could see
The real world
It’s not meant to be
– Shaman Romney 2016
Silver Thoughts (National Poetry Writing Month 2015 #6) Leave a comment
Silver thoughts serpentine
Through my mind like plasticine.
Trying to mold this fever dream
Into something I think I’ve seenI can’t seem to make it real.
This dream existence that I feel.
Between my hands, solid as a beam.
This idea that is as true as steel.They whirl around, instead, like air.
Fool me with pretending they were there.
But it’s only a trick to seem
Like something that should make me care.Like they are something worthwhile.
Something that would be worth the trial
To work upon; to make it them gleam.
To finally look upon and smile.But, alas, the thoughts keep prancing.
Never stopping, never chancing
To ever be more than a dream.
So they remain, forever dancing.
– Shaman Romney 2015
Summer Snow (National Poetry Writing Month #6) Leave a comment
Summer Snow
A thunder clap in the distance,
Rain falls in a heavy sheet.
People panic as they scatter
From the rain and summer snow.Safe, enclosed within my home
from the sounds of nature’s roar
Hear her song, this pitter-patter
the sound of rain and summer snowNature, such a fickle mistress
The very sky moves at her whim
You and I, we do not matter
to the rain and summer snow.
-Shaman Romney 2014
