Anxious
X marks the spot
of exaggerated thoughts
and a plural of cells
that float outside my body
I hid under the bed
seeking the darkness
not wanting to be seen
at four-years-old
The tomb is a womb
I know I’ll return to
I’ll scratch poetry on the walls
like a cave-dweller marks
the maze of humanity’s story
_________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
August 22nd, 2021 12:33 am
Always the thing to do! And beautifully said.
August 22nd, 2021 3:03 am
Rise of a new civilization and rebirth of the old.
August 22nd, 2021 6:05 am
Powerful! Let’s scratch poetry on the walls, these anxious times call for it.
August 22nd, 2021 9:02 am
yes, let’s scratch poetry on the walls, and leave our marks.
August 22nd, 2021 9:35 am
Crypt walls = just another blank page.
August 22nd, 2021 11:55 am
That last stanza rocks in vividness! I love the promise it makes, the picture it paints…
August 22nd, 2021 12:27 pm
Scratching poetry…with a pebble…on cave walls…gotta try that sometime…
August 22nd, 2021 1:42 pm
Spoken like the child who left the petroglyphs on sandstone walls centuries ago Well said.
August 22nd, 2021 5:00 pm
And if we are lucky, the art we make not only helps us feel better, it helps soothe the next person who sees it too.
August 22nd, 2021 10:43 pm
this is very clever, and i resemble that 4 year old, both then and now. great sounds in this, well done!
August 23rd, 2021 12:58 pm
This is crazy good:
“I’ll scratch poetry on the walls
like a cave-dweller marks
the maze of humanity’s story”