I wrote this as, I guess, a kind of experiment. As somebody who is often labelled as ‘sensitive’, with very clear mood swings and violent highs and lows within short spaces of time, I wanted to express these day-to-day changes through poetry. Each line is one day, even then not really encompassing the emotional changes that can happen within that short space of time itself. Anyway, enjoy A 28 Day Cycle.
Today I ate ten butterflies and they all had teeth,
And, I am soft light filtered through opalescent blinds.
Somebody’s taken a jackhammer to my chest.
Neatly folded suitcase clothes clash with overlapping appointments
and an angry ocean crashes within, land is gone, land is lost.
I am a tentative waterfall who really does know its way after all,
and the warmth of the rocks I flow over, it’s calling to me
Bhrahami invoked; vibrations spill from my mouth and my fingertips.
Mountain strong, legs of supporting stone,
and shoulders of elastic. They carry me forwards.
A heavy core centers me
in this day with no fog.
And I crave, crave, crave – I am ravenous I cannot stop
Cannot stop and it goes nowhere, and
weights hang from strings; eyelids drag to the floor
I am at one with the sofa.
I wonder why I should carry on.
When one day feels like twenty.
There is a surround sound of clamouring confusion and love,
I want to run I want to sleep
I don’t know, I want. I don’t. I just want something else.
Brimming, hot tea brings wholeness
Whilst dark demons begin sneaking into new pastures.
They fail – for now-, I fail, I fall.
If you were to see my aura, it would be pastel hues, thousands of rainbows
shaking familiarity and closeness threatens everything.
I get to the top of the wall, I can’t get down. I slip, I slip
and when I get up, I’m seeing double.
My lips, sewed.