Peer Through Every Nook and Cranny

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Not sure why my childish crayon drawing of spirals sparked this:

Alice followed the white rabbit
down the hole,
fell so far she nearly lost her head,
forgot who she was
for just a moment,
a giant in a land of tiny people
and mushrooms that shrank
and grew and made her see
smiles lurking in trees,
striped cats and smoking
caterpillar-butterflies that only
spoke in questions that riddled
an answer;
and where was the white rabbit when
the mad hatter came calling
with his straightjacket, madcap jokes
that hinted at insanity?
he was following time,
leaping through portals
and bidding little girls follow
because it was high time
they grew up
—kkj

#allusions #crayons #imperfect #original #poetry #aliceinwonderland #InsText

Not sure why my childish crayon drawing of spirals sparked this:

Alice followed the white rabbit
down the hole,
fell so far she nearly lost her head,
forgot who she was
for just a moment,
a giant in a land of tiny people
and mushrooms that shrank
and grew and made her see
smiles lurking in trees,
striped cats and smoking
caterpillar-butterflies that only
spoke in questions that riddled
an answer;
and where was the white rabbit when
the mad hatter came calling
with his straightjacket, madcap jokes
that hinted at insanity?
he was following time,
leaping through portals
and bidding little girls follow
because it was high time
they grew up
—kkj

#allusions #crayons #imperfect #original #poetry #aliceinwonderland #InsText

Let a student finish manipulating the photo that I took of a feather.

Wrote this tonight:

it’s broken, discarded,
sitting on the table
gathering dust in its
modified scales —
tiny fingers reaching out,
grabbing at nothing,
like a kid trying to latch on
to the hem of his mother’s skirt,
but she’s always moving 
forward, just out of reach
of the child’s grubby fingers

— kkj
#imperfect #playingwithphotos #poetry #original #InsText

Let a student finish manipulating the photo that I took of a feather.

Wrote this tonight:

it’s broken, discarded,
sitting on the table
gathering dust in its
modified scales —
tiny fingers reaching out,
grabbing at nothing,
like a kid trying to latch on
to the hem of his mother’s skirt,
but she’s always moving
forward, just out of reach
of the child’s grubby fingers

— kkj
#imperfect #playingwithphotos #poetry #original #InsText

Today’s color: Exotic Flowers

#poetry #challenge #color #original #passion #imperfect #InsText

Today’s color: Exotic Flowers

#poetry #challenge #color #original #passion #imperfect #InsText

Crayons color,
slick like silk
they glide across
paper to fill images
contained in lines;
guided solely by *governous hands
and fingers thick with desire
—Kkj
*taking poetic license with governed by
The ‘typed’ words are a revised version of my crayon poetry, because I edited when I transcribed. Written while listening to Depeche Mode. 

#poetry #crayons #madeupword #original #imperfect #depechemode

Crayons color,
slick like silk
they glide across
paper to fill images
contained in lines;
guided solely by *governous hands
and fingers thick with desire
—Kkj
*taking poetic license with governed by
The ‘typed’ words are a revised version of my crayon poetry, because I edited when I transcribed. Written while listening to Depeche Mode.

#poetry #crayons #madeupword #original #imperfect #depechemode

Today’s color: virtual violet

virtual reality resembles nothing
of the real world,
with its violence, 
like the dark purple
left from bruises where
hands have been wrapped,
vice-like around necks,
choking out life, dignity,
reality itself;
virtual reality is where we go
to escape, to borrow violence
that does not kill — not for real
—Kkj 

#poetry #society #challenge #violet #virtual #original #imperfect #InsText

Today’s color: virtual violet

virtual reality resembles nothing
of the real world,
with its violence,
like the dark purple
left from bruises where
hands have been wrapped,
vice-like around necks,
choking out life, dignity,
reality itself;
virtual reality is where we go
to escape, to borrow violence
that does not kill — not for real
—Kkj

#poetry #society #challenge #violet #virtual #original #imperfect #InsText

The color of the day: volcanic blast 
#poetry #challenge #orange #volcano #imperfect #original #InsText

The color of the day: volcanic blast
#poetry #challenge #orange #volcano #imperfect #original #InsText

Before church, I went to Starbucks. Wrote this poem afterwards. I like Starbucks.
#starbuckscontemplation #society #poetry #original #imperfect #thoughts #InsText

Before church, I went to Starbucks. Wrote this poem afterwards. I like Starbucks.
#starbuckscontemplation #society #poetry #original #imperfect #thoughts #InsText

Today’s color: blue

Fabric of Life

blue is the fabric of life,
color of blood before it spills
like ink drips black
staining paper pulp and
calloused fingers alike,
making permanent marks
so life won’t be forgotten
—Kkj 

#blue #poetry #challenge #original #imperfect #pondering #InsText

Today’s color: blue

Fabric of Life

blue is the fabric of life,
color of blood before it spills
like ink drips black
staining paper pulp and
calloused fingers alike,
making permanent marks
so life won’t be forgotten
—Kkj

#blue #poetry #challenge #original #imperfect #pondering #InsText

Though I don’t have the envelope of colors with me, I decided to take a picture of something random. The color of inspiration is green, and this poem is not what I anticipated writing from a picture of a round, green placement. It’s a comment on society, oddly enough.

The Leap

green frogs leap
from cauldrons of boiling water,
hop their way to freedom
on legs that are half-cooked,
make their way toward a promised land 
filled with rainbows and a guitar-playing
frog, who, like them, fought
against the rising tide of boiling waters
that threatened to drown him,
triumphing against all odds,
rising to the top:
fame, love, crazed fans who don’t
envision his legs as a delicacy
for their tainted palettes

isn’t that how it’s always been for
those striving against the masses —
going against that rising tide of complacency,
lest we drown, our legs caught
against the rusting metal of 
society’s cauldron, trapped to boil
along with the rest of the frogs who
don’t realize the rising water is getting
hotter and hotter
by the second?

they laugh when we try to help them,
tell us that we’re paranoid,
and yet they’re the ones 
trapped in the boiling water,
dying by the second,
refusing to accept the hand of those
who could save them

— Kkj

#poetry #pondering #original #green #challenge #society #playingwithwords #angstyfeels #imperfect #allusiontokermit #InsText

Though I don’t have the envelope of colors with me, I decided to take a picture of something random. The color of inspiration is green, and this poem is not what I anticipated writing from a picture of a round, green placement. It’s a comment on society, oddly enough.

The Leap

green frogs leap
from cauldrons of boiling water,
hop their way to freedom
on legs that are half-cooked,
make their way toward a promised land
filled with rainbows and a guitar-playing
frog, who, like them, fought
against the rising tide of boiling waters
that threatened to drown him,
triumphing against all odds,
rising to the top:
fame, love, crazed fans who don’t
envision his legs as a delicacy
for their tainted palettes

isn’t that how it’s always been for
those striving against the masses —
going against that rising tide of complacency,
lest we drown, our legs caught
against the rusting metal of
society’s cauldron, trapped to boil
along with the rest of the frogs who
don’t realize the rising water is getting
hotter and hotter
by the second?

they laugh when we try to help them,
tell us that we’re paranoid,
and yet they’re the ones
trapped in the boiling water,
dying by the second,
refusing to accept the hand of those
who could save them

— Kkj

#poetry #pondering #original #green #challenge #society #playingwithwords #angstyfeels #imperfect #allusiontokermit #InsText

Contemplation 
#poetry #selfie #playingwithphotos #reflection #original #imperfect #InsText

Contemplation
#poetry #selfie #playingwithphotos #reflection #original #imperfect #InsText