Welcome to my poetry blog! I will be publishing new poetry here every Monday. My poetry has appeared in How Writing Works: A Field Guide to Effective Writing and One Page: Brisbane. I enjoy playing the guitar, birdwatching, and gaming. There might be more to me than any of this.
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Devious half-smile, raised eyebrow drawn low:
you look like a lot of people I know.
Either suffocating-cracked or lush-malignant never mowed,
the field doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to grow.
Stuck between sand and sea, not staying not going;
the wheel of time won’t spin anymore.
Narcissist masks shatter over throwing—
I’ll meet you just outside the door.
Send me into battles that sharpen my mind
Give me the tools that uncover the truth
Shift my gaze from the fountains of youth
Advise me on living a life aligned
A quiet mind easily falls into dark
Even a strong arm tires from the Aegis
To spurn you now would be egregious
But I fear I will never feel your spark
I am plain and voiceless, no sister of Arethusa
I cannot understand what I have not lived before
Awash forever on a lonely shore—
I think you have made me another Medusa
fixating on the broken lines
no lantern in the dark
you didn’t heed the warning signs
you never left a mark
the polar winds can freeze your face
the bright sun can burn you
the scattered things you can’t replace
the people who aren’t true
and the grains of time will tell you; the weaker anomurans know:
you do not leave your home until there’s somewhere nice to go
Ongoing—faces the same
pennies for the difference
we only live what we know
in summer,
the towers build what wise ones can’t grow
Seneca help me, I’m imagining it again
Megan Porter Poetry