BREAKING APART — Poem

Published August 15, 2021 by Nan Mykel

WHEN THINGS BREAK APART

See them, feel them, hear them, like
lcebergs splitting.

Public education,
freedom to vote,
climate change.

Civility, empathy
honesty, respect
equality, trust. Hope.

Children learn
what they live.
So do we.

If racism isn’t
systemic, why so
many voting limits?

If I had a guitar
and could play it,
I would,

and sing my wistful
regrets to the
cosmos.

Nan 8-16-21

Floating Away

Published July 20, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Perennial or annual?

Annual.

Like a chunk of melting ice, we lose a part of ourselves with time (which doesn’t exist, remember)…

The watchman with a microscope sees his underfooting melt and float away, leaving the captain of the fleet more vulnerable.

I lost a part of me today, and will tomorrow also. The longer I live now, the less there is of me. Finally the early memories remain, and I am stripped in my naked animal vulnerability.

Grin and bear it or don’t grin? Ha ha…

COUSINS

Published June 21, 2021 by Nan Mykel

Horseshoe crab hanging on my wall

tunes up louder our past’s recall.

Someone found you on the beach

and brought you within my reach.

I gutted you but you were dead,

ahead of me, let it be said.

Now you hang in one oh seven

pausing on your way to heaven?

You’re bereft of life as I will be

when my old heart gives out on me.

But now I hang you in my hall,

a dreg from life’s own carryall,

and strong reminder of our past–

cousins, joining hands at last.

8-26-19

What We Are

Published September 16, 2018 by Nan Mykel

What We Are

We’re only what we are ,

no way getting round it,

your shoes don’t fit a bit

and you cannot wear mine.

Stuck within these confines

at isolation’s door,

roll out the rug and dance a song,

be the you the pack spat out.

Uno, Uno, Uno?

IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

Published July 15, 2017 by Nan Mykel

I enjoy the cat’s pajamas

they verbalize at times, but not

the moans of underlying pain.

Don’t let us know what lies ahead

a life of somersaults, dance

and glee only to be sidetracked

by a dislocated knee. That I’m

one of those complaining does not

change my mind a whit.

If you think that I am lying just you wait a bit.

God’s Tattoo

Published March 11, 2016 by Nan Mykel

babysleeping

IF GOD HAD A TATTOO WHAT WOULD IT SAY?

“Pedomorphosis” is what I would think;

love’s breeding ground is our survival link.

We love cute babies and then they love theirs,

so ever afterwards we love our heirs.

“Pardon me, Sir, but I have a suggestion:

would making ~~our~~ enemies cute be out

of the question?”

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BREAKING APART — Poem

Floating Away

COUSINS

What We Are

IMPATIENCE — Poem – photos from Pixabay

I enjoy the cat’s pajamas

they verbalize at times, but not

the moans of underlying pain.

Don’t let us know what lies ahead

a life of somersaults, dance

and glee only to be sidetracked

by a dislocated knee. That I’m

one of those complaining does not

change my mind a whit.

If you think that I am lying just you wait a bit.

God’s Tattoo

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I enjoy the cat’s pajamas

they verbalize at times, but not

the moans of underlying pain.

Don’t let us know what lies ahead

a life of somersaults, dance

and glee only to be sidetracked

by a dislocated knee. That I’m

one of those complaining does not

change my mind a whit.

If you think that I am lying just you wait a bit.

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