Day: March 4, 2022

Bag Of Mice by Nick Flynn

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Bag Of Mice

I dreamt your suicide note
was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag,
& in the bag were six baby mice. The bag
opened into darkness,
smoldering
from the top down. The mice,
huddled at the bottom, scurried the bag
across a shorn field. I stood over it
& as the burning reached each carbon letter
of what you’d written
your voice released into the night
like a song, & the mice
grew wilder.

Nick Flynn

Nick Flynn
Born: 26 January 1960, Massachusetts, USA
Nationality: American

Flynn is a writer, poet, and playwright. His work is characterized by lyrical distilled moments that blur the boundaries of genre. Flynn’s writing is known for being récit in its depiction of an event

Bothered

~ JezzieG

Bothered
Form: Epistle
Theme: Relevance
Subject: Breaking the rules

You look at me like I should never have left the womb
should I die so you don’t rage at my existence
so I stay home out of sight
out of mind
and as it bothers you so much I can be happy
instead of being miserable as I am
yes I break the rules of society
and what is socially acceptable
while following my own journey
my way
my path
living outside the box of normality
and does it bother you I accept life as it comes
good and bad
happy and sad
as I see the beauty in every day
does it bother you not being able to see life the same way
my heart is breaking in your inhumanity
does it bother you I come home to cry
does it bother you in making you feel special
entitled to be yourself
you made me irrelevant

©JGFarmer2022

A Tiny Flower

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

A Tiny Flower
Form: Sicilian Quintain

O sweet white bloom blushing through snow,
You gently kiss the north winds as they pass,
Whispering to winter 'it's time to go',
From your bluey-green leaves like blades of grass,
Sweet drooping bells that mark the seasons flow.

A tiny flower sets the world alight,
And fills a wintered heart with deepest joy,
New life from bleakest days and long icy nights,
Through woods and fields, her bloom Brigid's envoi,
As spring returns into our mortal sight.

©JGFarmer2009

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