No profanity allowed.
No God taken in vain.
No questioning Faith.
Butt! F**K! Whoa!
where is god?
when love is lost or ground to dust?
who draws the lines?
and, can one sand time?
down to an alchemic mutter, under breath?
who’s ripples repeat and repeat same as same as?
watch me break the usual
rise and falls, balls and chains
rules only apply if god
exists and if god (who’s not a woman!)
is not love nor lost (she bloody well is!)
in time, sanded back to hard lines and
soft blood and wet flesh and wars that cost
the bitching earth and lives and write a history
that I and my have no part in. Listen! Watch! as a woman ( not a witch!)
as my questions break like waves and escape in tongues
the present shore, as artists, barefoot and fearless
i am, if god exists
and if she doesn’t, i do
solicitous to my self
and I’m not lost in your mouth, you bastard!
your moral code erodes, you shit!
eternal damnation and unconditional
love cannot live on the same breath
or separate the eternal rule of life or death
i’m here, I?M HERE and
water calls my name;
the one god gave me.
You insect! Stand taller on the shore
and ask for yours
come, on soft gusts and loose curls, there
where god is waiting
tracing untraceable lines
in the sand with her toes
same as same as same as
I am the same as
btw April 20 2018
Hey, I think I broke a few rules there. Bad form??
NaPoWriMo day 20:-The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines). Or if you tend to write funny poems, you could rebel against yourself, and write something serious (or vice versa). Whatever approach you take, your poem hopefully will open a path beyond the standard, hum-drum ruts that every poet sometimes falls into.