poem

“Ask A Plastic Flower” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

Asking a plastic flower

To describe the smell of lavender

Is like

Moving back home 

After traveling roads of my own choosing

Encountering dead ends

And closed for repairs

Realizing I have no sense of direction

Asking a plastic flower

To describe the smell of cinnamon

Is like

Finding your childhood bedroom

Untouched by time or therapy

Under-filled by a bed too short for sleep

Next to a hope chest

Filled with innocent requests

-by Thomas Typewriter

“What do you scream?” by Thomas Typewriter

poetry

What are you to do

What choices can be made

Throat blinded

Vision raw

No planning for this.

What now that loud shifts louder

Night silhouettes

Blistering regrets

How do you scream when you are already screaming

How does your voice last.

Where is all this coming from

Who do you call

When you drown out your own voice

Irregular noises

Guttural piths

Competitive voices racing to closed doors.

Again and again I ask

How do you scream when you are already screaming

-by Thomas Typewriter

“I am I” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

Snap

The clock hands overreach

The moment changes

I am a broken thing am I

Out-of-sequence sunsets

Darkness summons double-agents

Surrounded on all sides

I cry. I curse. I crawl.

But

I continue. I channel. I conduct.

Silver friends mist, what is your face

I am not alone am I

Bless you music

Always by my side

Louder. Faster. Jubilant.

Verse chorus verse shields me

Melody steadies me

Rhythm propels me

I am a glorious motion am I

-Thomas Typewriter

“A Steamy Shower” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

Life as a cloud of steam

A puff

A vapor

Sliding past my fingers regardless of  grip

Tighter fingers

Softer fists

Unconcerned participation

Concentrated efforts

Leaving behind not the larger

A small beading of wetness

A fleeting heat

Leaving behind a mirror with no reflection

-by Thomas Typewriter

“Soil, Sun, Showers” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry, Uncategorized

It is a shame we can not plant our emotions in the ground

Like a seed, press them away and down

Let the world deal with watering and nurturing our feelings

We are poor caretakers of the self

We’ll return when the flowers bloom

To smell that which is sweet

And that which is scoured

_by Thomas Typewriter

“Small Moments” by Thomas Typewriter – a new poem

poetry

The smallest moments are the largest doorways

To step outside of oneself

It is a tight fit

Requiring effort and sensitivity

But worth the effort

As the scale of the world rotates

Away from timetables and deadlines

Past the horizons, equators, and tropics

_by Thomas Typewriter