it's now

there has been enough time for hiding

there has been enough of isolating carefully

there was a need for healing and rest was required for that,

but now it is time to strike up a stirring inside

it is now when we will gather on the shores and count syllables and measure meter

it is good enough. we are well enough now

we will ripple together and create our own concentric waves until they merge like a venn diagram

there will be time for circles and us discussing the matter and evaluating the truth in what we find

but light your own gas light and see for yourself

write about it daily

don’t compose yourself… instead… compose -- your -- self.

don’t fear re-writes and most of all… give ‘em hell

don’t treat us like we’re a stuffed shirt professor insisting you see it our way or fail

treat us like we’ve got copper balls

there should be no vapid innocuous euphemisms

i will spit vinegar in your eye if you serve me with barbed wire and kerosene

because there is love found in the steel and asphalt truth

blue skies are nice but i’d prefer static electricity arcing between our nimbus black interior

until the excitement of new truths are revealed, until we are diagnosed with the stark, rigid, dry truth

but what the hell do I know… dress it anyway you like,

knowing you, it will be exact, cutting, probably better than mine and I don’t mind admitting i’m  envious of it if it keeps you going

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

"but i’d prefer static electricity arcing between our nimbus black interior" what a great line! When life is sunny and bright, it is more difficult to write. When stress takes over and the world is moving fast and furious, well, poetry is what we turn to and epiphanies seem to drop in our laps. Poetry can be many things....but whatever makes us write, is a good thing. I enjoy your style....down to earth and up front. Good stuff. Lydi**

[JC]

damn right...copper balls, spitting vinegar, thumbing noses to the outline and what writing is supposed to be and just being yourself searching those hard truths...well damn said.

[Alfred Kukitz]

My God Silver! You are back with vigor and roar. You must have been encapsulated in a time warp because I haven't seen the ink of you soul in ages.

What a write! This is going in my history book. I see gold laced in a glorious sunset arcing across the hand that wrote these prose. Welcome.......welcome back my friend!

Regards,
Al

[h d e rushin]

"there should be no vapid innocuous euphemisms" ....oh yeah, no more words that transmogrify
the horizon and make the simplest of actions a set of symbols instead of a kiss or a touch. Men
are slow to untimatums. Women seem to come at them naturally. I think it has something to do
with their internal clock that chimes and says "it's now". The universe envy's that about women.

wonderfully written x. dana

[Corset]

beautifully expressed Silver, excellent demands, "ride or die", lol ( a friend recently got that tattooed on her shoulder, i'm still contemplating ink myself)

[Adam Adams]

"we will ripple together and create our own concentric waves until they merge like a venn diagram..." strong words. Liked the analogies of your creative words. Nice imagery.

[dartanyon jonez]

"blue skies are nice but i’d prefer static electricity arcing between our nimbus black interior"

I love this line! Everything is not always going to be good. Like you, I prefer it at times, for the sake of our craft.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

exact isn't always perfect...sometimes we have to go outside the lines in order to get our hearts our of hibernation.

your wording is always so clever..yes..."there should be no vapid innocuous euphemisms"

agree, agree, agree!