@corymatthew13.bsky.social

Poet, haiku scribbler. Wanderer and finder.

Met a fellow Going to Cold Mountain To write poetry Having never heard Of Snyder or Hanshan A shrug was all That was offered Haywood county Highlands too far For regular words Scribbled in laundromats Or cheap bars on Scrap pieces of paper Often lost by morning My heart's not the same as yours

Mind and body Liberated Only to the Extent possible Earth and Physics being As they are Heart though Still captured By another Cell bound And captive Aching or Breaking Undecided Bleeding For sure Need for escape Unreasonably Perplexing #poetry #writing #vss

In the water An image of A familiar stranger Laughing nervously As if on a First date Smiles exchanged Somewhat coyly Together perhaps We may know One another Better Daffodils Nervously growing Nearby #poetry #writing

Always Stumbling About the edges In an effort To find where Self actually ends Lost in the shadows With shoelacees untied Assigned a name And trained a little Then released Into the labyrinth In a dim light Looking for questions Not too inconvenient For answers #poetry #writing

Whenever he Used the word "Absolutely" The question mark Was always implied The word "flawless" Lounging loosely On the floor Rhetoric of A galactic nomad Briefly passing Through Preaching a gospel Of a more temporary Permanence #poetry

#Intuition she said Makes navigation Possible Otherwise we'd Just wander round One end to the other Without a clue He laughed because He thought that's What they were doing To be lost on purpose Is a good start He replied Happenstance And synchronicity Is the lost map Of the universe #poetry

Not looking Underneath The bed For all the Monsters That might Be found A veritable Low rent district Of creature Comfort Only in dreams Brave enough To find solace In such a Neighborhood All the mask Momentarily Discarded #poetry

Never changed Because another person Wanted it to happen Nor changed because It would be better Didn't even change When it was wanted Change only happened When the universe shifted And not aware enough To not misstep Only years later Before noticed But by then It was too late #poetry

Just because You trust the process Doesn't mean The process Trust you She said We do what We must But also What we can I'll put it back If you want me to He replied But you weren't Using it Anymore She wasn't Listening though Thinking out loud While scribbling In her diary #poetry #writing

Thinking fondly Of all the memories Not remembered Gone with the Passage of time And in their place Stories told too often The actual facts Replaced with something Just a little bit More memorable And even that Exaggerated upon Unintentionally Elaborating the very Essence of life #poetry

With only Thinnest sliver Of crescent left The moon Enters darkness and emerges new Once again Cycle of renewal A constant reminder Every moment Is a time to be reborn The earth And the moon Even the stars Aligned for willingness A passage waiting For the sound of footsteps #poetry

Thoughts alone With the self That is sitting By the lake Moonglade on The water admired Wondering who Is the one thinking About odd words And natural phenomena Suspected to be An imaginary Construct of An entity Once removed And a body In the employ Of another #poetry #moonglade

In dreams The days happenings Reinvented So as to know True meaning Commonplace drudgery Of waking life Full of treasure Once reality is Temporarily Set aside Spirit knows best While walking In the realm Shade of night The color of the sun #poetry #writing #dreams

Sometimes Not often What is Essential Is more so So much so Counting is Required One hand Will do Unless Of course Digitally Deficient No matter Where it Used to be Will do Imaginary Though it be Still included In it's absence #poetry #writing