Another date unknown. I really like this one although it feels rather unfinished.
I hope you are enjoying my words.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from #TheSims4
Day 15: spring haiku – date unknown
There seems to be no known poems written for today so here’s a date unknown.
I’m going to be sharing a poem from my past each day using the wonderful, beautiful scenery from the Sims 4 as a back drop.
insignificant me
I feel so small
so insignificant
a speck
that you will
never see
nor will you
ever hear
the heart that
beats within
me
i try to speak
but my words
get lost
in this crowd
the crowd that
surrounds me
and shrinks
me
to nothing
makes me
feel small
and insignificant
shrinks me
to
nothing
insignificant
subatomic
me
lost in this
crowd
forever
lost
.
.
10/12/15
©Patti Keno
who is this?
who is this
that I am
it is not me
speaking this way
walking this walk
living this life
loving this man
I’m not who you
think I am
I’m me
not this person
that you see
who is that
it isn’t me
brushing my hair
dressing my body
I am not there
you are not talking
to me
who is it?
oh my God…
.
it’s me
.
.
10/5/95
©Patti Keno
gender
I am woman
my feminine display
is carefully hidden
it’s tucked away
fearing innocence lost
hidden forever
what is the cost?
losing myself?
I’m already lost
moving onward
so afraid
never knowing exactly
where my innocence
is laid
moving onward
moving fast
knowing my innocence
my false masculinity
will
never
last
.
.
.
6/6/96
©Patti Keno
keep mindful
i was having a little fun with http://www.canva.com
I wrote this poem after my first paranormal investigation at a cemetery near my house. The whole time we were there a spirit woman was whispering “keep mindful” to me.
here’s the poem if it’s too hard to read in the picture:
keep mindful
impressions softly woven
through the midnight air
keep mindful of the spirits
keep mindful of the ghosts
spirits of women; spirits of men
ghosts with moonlight in their hair
keep mindful of the night time
keep mindful of the midnight hour
ignore the sound of the trickster’s rhyme
break away from its lulling power
keep mindful of the watching eye
keep mindful of its burning gaze
stay sharp, young lover stay sharp
for every breath may be your last
08/8/06
©Patti Keno
tidal wave
time
is a wasted thing
it is a meaningless
thing
it surges forward
relentlessly
and drowns us
in its wake
it leaves us breathless
and broken
washed upon the
shore
in a different place
in a different time
where we learn to
adapt
we heal
and begin to
live again
only to be swept
away
once again
by unforgiving
and relentless
time
.
.
01/5/15
©Patti Keno
Invisible No More 