Unsaid Words Will Die Screaming

Quiet not
the raging mouth that sings
differently tuned

songs, which swim
with conviction, with outrage…
with words you’ve never held
between tongue and teeth.

Living words (and people)
will not be muzzled
without cruelty (or war)

unsaid words
fight to become.
Let them…
(we must)
be something,

do something,
say something…
or lose

the wee notes…
– On these days of turmoil and unease, we must remember that everyone has the right to state their peace, even if we don’t quite care for the thoughts oozing out of their pie-holes. Stillborn words will rot… and once the festering takes hold, everyone must suck in the stench.
– After I finished expanding the poem bit, I realized that I reversed two words from the original blackout. I wrote “unsaid words” instead of “words unsaid”. I left it like that. I like how it flows.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform).
– Hm… it seems I’ve contracted severe ellipses again… *sigh*.

Adulting with Latinxs

Adulting: behaving in a way characteristic of a responsible adult. Glass Cliff: a situation in which a woman or member of a minority group ascends to a leadership position in challenging circumstances where the risk of failure is high. Latinx: a person of Latin American origin or descent, it is used as a gender-neutral or non-binary alternative to Latino or Latina. Wondering what’s up with this trio? Well, Mama Zen wants us to use them to write a poem in 70 words or fewer. So here is my bit:

“Adulting with Latinxs”

I can’t adult
without thinking,
Is this kinky? Or am I
looking too deep?
Have I risen
(or fallen
down) the glass cliff
and taken all
Latinxs with me?

I can’t say
“Latinxs” without giggling
(giggles!). The word
isn’t silly, but
adulting with Latinxs
leaves my Muse
giggly, and thinking,
The dictionary must be
nuts. That’s the world,
adulting and mad.

I can’t adult
without thinking,
This is nuts.

the wee notes…
– Yes, this one was a fun (and strange) bit to write. Did someone say Latinxs? (giggles!)
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Words Count with Mama Zen).


Book Marked

Written for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month (Day 5 of 13) – Care to Swirl with Me?, and linked to Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 297).

“Book Marked”

I have words
brewing tales in my blood,
building worlds for all the characters
written on my heart’s skin, shaping them to be born.
They’ve taken marrow and bone and spelled
their essence into dark ink
and canvas.
I’m book marked
and dependent on words.
My muse stays high on self-crafted dreams;
wild dreams, which we must spell and pen into the world
unboxed. I could live on the right words,
sipping poems and tales,
birthing worlds.

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