Blinking cursor, waiting impatiently. Write something. Anything. Come on! Straight black line, standing sentinel, an old friend. We’ve danced this tango so many times before. You know me and I know you. You know it takes me a minute, but I always get there. Have I ever let you down? Let myself down? Sure. Nearly… Continue reading The cursor and I
Category: prose poetry
These are posts that are poetic, literary and prosaic in nature, not necessarily fitting the poem format.
How to exorcise the demon Fear
Some wear their fears on their sleeve. We see their sweaty palms, pale faces, chatting teeth, rigid frame. Some are attacked in silence every day. Every night. Never free. Fear is tricky. On the one hand, it’s our friend m, right. It keeps us safe from danger. Reminds us what’s at stake. But more often… Continue reading How to exorcise the demon Fear
Weathering the storm
When the wind lashes at the trees it sounds like rain. Close your eyes and there’s a whole storm out there. That’s what it’s like inside my mind. The reality is just a bit of wind blowing the trees, but my mind convinces me that it’s an horrendous storm that I can’t weather. Opening the… Continue reading Weathering the storm
Racing, racing, racing
I’m panting, breathless. My legs hurt from this race that will never end. I hopped into your lane at some point; when was that? But you’re too far ahead to see. I’m sure you lapped me when I wasn’t looking. Maybe when I was crying about my failures. Maybe when I was napping in a… Continue reading Racing, racing, racing
Panic
(TRIGGER WARNING FOR ANXIETY) Overwhelming rush of blood surges through your body. This isn’t unfamiliar. A old friend turned foe. The rising from your stomach to your chest, you’re sure you’re going to vomit. Vomit all the black stuff that sits inside you, poisoning you. When did this black monstrosity get inside? What did you… Continue reading Panic
Serious work
Business parks are kind of depressing to me. This place where they put all the “serious” workers. Those dedicated to a business so much that they are placed in a village of businesses, cut off from the rest of society. They’re respectable people. Professional wear adorning their rigid bodies. Tights worn too tight, tie tied… Continue reading Serious work
Glory
Should I be ashamed that winning makes me feel this good? That applause and acclaim is what I chase? Adorn me with medals, shower me with praise, so that I may feel something akin to glory, instead of the same sad story of loss. I can’t gloss over this moment of triumph and desire. A… Continue reading Glory
Time laughs on
Time is not our friend. When we’re young, we have all the time in the world. But as the years tick by, you realise this was never true. None of us have time. Time has us. It toys with us. It runs from us. No one knows how much time they have to use, but… Continue reading Time laughs on
Language Barrier – a poem
Swollen tongues and bite marks Dented lips, chapped and flaking Skin falling like snowflakes: Confetti? Whose mother tongue is the top of this cluttered matriarchy? Woven walls wicked barriers Blocking words flung from mouths That never close. Breathe through your nose - Inhale...Exhale... Good. That's better! Walls tumble brick by broken brittle brick When we… Continue reading Language Barrier – a poem
Black and Bloodied (a poem)
It should never have become the norm For children to see other children Black and bloodied From bombs brutally bombarding Their innocent childhood. Frolicking freely Is a luxury these children can’t afford. Does brown skin equal sin Still? We mourn the white dead But place tape on our mouths If the child is brown. Don’t… Continue reading Black and Bloodied (a poem)
S. R. Crawford 