Hiding from the light

[Moochienanu]

I’m going to try something different this year and put it here instead of the obvious places because often I don’t want to feel like a simple, unclad figure at the bottom of my real work.

As you know, I enjoy a good 30 in 30, having completed 6 in the challenge thread plus a few more separate from it over the last few years, so when searching for a writing goal for this year, I thought it might be… well, something, to write a little daily.

The problem, of course, with producing something daily is that unseen pressure which comes from the feeling of obligation, and I don’t want that for this personal feat.

So, I am going to start the year with the goal to write often if not daily, and give myself grace for those days which feel like my nametag should say ‘Sisyphus’ instead of ‘Moochie.’

Oh, and I’m totally going to do a “write it, re-read it once (maybe twice for revision), then post it” type of thing with these. Not too much thought.

Feel free to comment if you feel like it. I might reply, I might not. Please, only constructive criticism: I’m not really a poet, I just play with words and thoughts and characters and myself in my spare time.

 

[Moochienanu]

January 1, 2022

A deep breath
Fresh air
Crisp breeze
Steps through snow
My feet following yours
Your hand holding mine
Warm laughs
Butterfly kisses
Falling for you
Over and over
Every single day

 

[butters]

this brief piece encapsulates an innocence as crisp and as white as the snow

a snapshot of a moment, like the purity, the simplicity of a child's memory

 

[Moochienanu]

this brief piece encapsulates an innocence as crisp and as white as the snow

a snapshot of a moment, like the purity, the simplicity of a child's memory

Thank you, butters.

 

[Mrtenant]

I’m going to try something different this year and put it here instead of the obvious places because often I don’t want to feel like a simple, unclad figure at the bottom of my real work.

As you know, I enjoy a good 30 in 30, having completed 6 in the challenge thread plus a few more separate from it over the last few years, so when searching for a writing goal for this year, I thought it might be… well, something, to write a little daily.

The problem, of course, with producing something daily is that unseen pressure which comes from the feeling of obligation, and I don’t want that for this personal feat.

So, I am going to start the year with the goal to write often if not daily, and give myself grace for those days which feel like my nametag should say ‘Sisyphus’ instead of ‘Moochie.’

Oh, and I’m totally going to do a “write it, re-read it once (maybe twice for revision), then post it” type of thing with these. Not too much thought.

Feel free to comment if you feel like it. I might reply, I might not. Please, only constructive criticism: I’m not really a poet, I just play with words and thoughts and characters and myself in my spare time.

Looks like you found the playground for words, thoughts, and characters. And if you are here, obviously yourself. Hope you stay awhile.

Having just done with a 30 day, I understand the pressure point. I took a few days break from my last one. There were certainly days I felt inspired. Some days not so inspired, where all I could manage was a fragment or idea that maybe I could play with at a later time. In any case, it is what you make of it. I'm looking forward to reading what you create.

 

[Inspirinious]

I’m going to try something different this year and put it here instead of the obvious places because often I don’t want to feel like a simple, unclad figure at the bottom of my real work.
. . . . .

Feel free to comment if you feel like it. I might reply, I might not. Please, only constructive criticism: I’m not really a poet, I just play with words and thoughts and characters and myself in my spare time.

I look forward to observing and I want to respect your space.

A deep breath
Fresh air
Crisp breeze
Steps through snow
My feet following yours
Your hand holding mine
Warm laughs
Butterfly kisses
Falling for you
Over and over
Every single day

 

[Moochienanu]

January 2, 2022

A Petite Shipwreck

She was a boiling sea
Holding tight inside
To a spot touched,
Thrust into,
Pressed against
In the way that made
Her entire being tremble,
Sigh,
Whisper into the wind.

His hands,
The only anchorage found,
Held strong,
Buried deep,
Keeping a stormy current
From sweeping
Everything away
Until letting go

Her
Him
Both
Together

With the tide

 

[Moochienanu]

Looks like you found the playground for words, thoughts, and characters. And if you are here, obviously yourself. Hope you stay awhile.

Having just done with a 30 day, I understand the pressure point. I took a few days break from my last one. There were certainly days I felt inspired. Some days not so inspired, where all I could manage was a fragment or idea that maybe I could play with at a later time. In any case, it is what you make of it. I'm looking forward to reading what you create.

Thank you, Mr. T! You know, I actually am considering this an alternative to my ampic space at this point, not really a playgrounder-type myself.

I just completed a 30/30 in November, so I certainly don’t want the pressure of one again soon, but I like the thought of having another place to share that will allow my words to shine and won’t be so much about my tits and ass… unless I want to write about my tits and ass .

I look forward to observing and I want to respect your space.

Glad you found it, Inspirinious. You’ve always been kind and constructive with your feedback. I welcome you with open arms.

 

[Mrtenant]

Thank you, Mr. T! You know, I actually am considering this an alternative to my ampic space at this point, not really a playgrounder-type myself.

I just completed a 30/30 in November, so I certainly don’t want the pressure of one again soon, but I like the thought of having another place to share that will allow my words to shine and won’t be so much about my tits and ass… unless I want to write about my tits and ass .



Glad you found it, Inspirinious. You’ve always been kind and constructive with your feedback. I welcome you with open arms.

I was kinda hoping for something like knees and elbows. It will be fun in any case.

 

[Inspirinious]

A Petite Shipwreck

She was a boiling sea
Holding tight inside
To a spot touched,
Thrust into,
Pressed against
In the way that made
Her entire being tremble,
Sigh,
Whisper into the wind.

His hands,
The only anchorage found,
Held strong,
Buried deep,
Keeping a stormy current
From sweeping
Everything away
Until letting go

Her
Him
Both
Together

With the tide

In the context of world events, perhaps this was a Petite Shipwreck.

However, to those involved, you have captured the emotional impact of the events. Which I believe is the truer story.

Thanks for sharing. Take care.

 

[Moochienanu]

I wrote something here and I don’t think I have any more in me today… so something about knees and elbows will have to wait.

 

[Angeline]

I wrote something here and I don’t think I have any more in me today… so something about knees and elbows will have to wait.

It's very good. Thank you for sharing it.

 

[cascadiabound]

Looks like you found the playground for words, thoughts, and characters. And if you are here, obviously yourself. Hope you stay awhile.

Having just done with a 30 day, I understand the pressure point. I took a few days break from my last one. There were certainly days I felt inspired. Some days not so inspired, where all I could manage was a fragment or idea that maybe I could play with at a later time. In any case, it is what you make of it. I'm looking forward to reading what you create.

I echo Mr T and others here. Glad you found this corner of lit and may you find this a good place to write, be inspired, inspire others and just be.

I find this to be a nice quiet corner where bits of me can shine in alternate light

cascadia

 

[Moochienanu]

January 4, 2022

Alright

It’s alright to not be alright
That’s such an easy thing to say
People say it all the time
People also don’t want to know
When things aren’t alright

No one wants to hear
About the crippling panic
That keeps you from enjoying
Your last night off
Before going back to work

No one wants to see
The tears you would cry
If you told them about
The things you have seen
The horrors people do
To another person
To themselves
Because they could
Because they were different
Because they were angry
Because they were scared
Because they weren’t alright

No one wants to know
And feel helpless, useless in the face of it
So it’s easier to just say

 

[Moochienanu]

January 5, 2022

Attract

a slow circle
round then down
up and over
lightning shoots
sparks of electrical heat
skin to skin
lips to lips
pressed and pulling
hungry hips
closer to the center
of a slow circle
with dancing tongue
needy fingers
rolling between
under greedy palms
where whimpers lead
and lost breath follows

 

[Moochienanu]

January 6, 2022

I burn on

filled the bath
picked a bomb
Something relaxing
to soothe
to calm
lit the candle
it’s almost gone
the last of the thing
taking the entire match
to my fingers

I get the third wick lit
and shake
to see the head of the match
fly still fiery
hit the cabinet top
and I cover it
with a wet cloth
before it burns
before it leaves a round char

before it burrows into the counter
the way that one did
the one that you did
let burn
on the bureau
when you took things from me
things I’ll never have back
things that were not yours
no one else’s but mine
but you didn’t care
and took them anyway

while I felt helpless
watching the circle of black form
and dig into the wood
so close to my face

I refused to cry because
you didn’t deserve it
you don’t deserve it
and I’m not held down anymore
and I’m not insubstantial anymore
and you can’t creep into
my everyday

So I snuffed the thing out
along with the thought of
a black hole

Stepped into the water
and sank into
something relaxing
and soothing
and calming

leaving it all behind
again

 

[Youroldscotsman]

Oh my word dear girl, I just came across your new wee home here on my wanderings around parts of Lit I should have really explored more before now.
What a lovely collection of your words, which I hope you know I have always loved.
You have always been so much more than a simple, unclad figure at the bottom of your real work.

 

[Moochienanu]

January 7, 2022

Waterlines

The rain flew down on me last night
And this morning
Like sheets of frozen tears

It was both comfortable
And felt wrong
Knowing that if I stood in it
Too long
I could possibly tempt fate
With a future
That meant
Staying home for days
With a runny nose

And I wanted it
I craved the out
After last night
And the walkie-talkie patients
And the PPE doffing and donning
Off and on
Over and over
For monotonous hours

And those few, fast ones
In the middle of everything
That were marked
By fast-beeping monitors
Alarms of every kind
And frozen skies
In the form of a new rain
Held inside waterlines
You can’t look directly at
For fear of your own spilling over.

But I know better,
So I thank every handwash
And ultra-violet microbe killer
And masks that seal
And each showers that washes away
From a night that sends me out
Free from this disease

Allowing me to go back again tonight
In the rain
That falls like sheets
Of frozen tears.

 

[Inspirinious]

Waterlines

The rain flew down on me last night
And this morning
Like sheets of frozen tears

It was both comfortable
And felt wrong
Knowing that if I stood in it
Too long
I could possibly tempt fate
With a future
That meant
Staying home for days
With a runny nose

And I wanted it
I craved the out
After last night
And the walkie-talkie patients
And the PPE doffing and donning
Off and on
Over and over
For monotonous hours

And those few, fast ones
In the middle of everything
That were marked
By fast-beeping monitors
Alarms of every kind
And frozen skies
In the form of a new rain
Held inside waterlines
You can’t look directly at
For fear of your own spilling over.

But I know better,
So I thank every handwash
And ultra-violet microbe killer
And masks that seal
And each showers that washes away
From a night that sends me out
Free from this disease

Allowing me to go back again tonight
In the rain
That falls like sheets
Of frozen tears.

In a word - POWERFUL.

The best insight I've had about your work. The emotional, mental, and physical wear and tear must be tremendous. But you fight on. I'm so grateful for you and all the others in your profession that fight the fight, day in and day out.

Thank you for the work you do, and giving us this insight.

Well written.

 

[cascadiabound]

your waterlines resonates deeply with my work life too.
thank you for sharing

I have found these days of viral firestorm and flood waters to be particularly tough.
I was sure I had caught the bug, but two negative tests later, it seems it is something less sinister. But god am I tired...

 

[Moochienanu]

January 13, 2022

Soft and warm
Swaddled in
Oceans of sheets
A sea of pillows
And blankets
Surrounding
Keeping safe
The drifting passenger
Aboard for hours
Slowly rocking
With the waves
Of a dream

Floating further from
Reality
And closer to
Everything else

 

[Youroldscotsman]

Soft and warm
Swaddled in
Oceans of sheets
A sea of pillows
And blankets
Surrounding
Keeping safe
The drifting passenger
Aboard for hours
Slowly rocking
With the waves
Of a dream

Floating further from
Reality
And closer to
Everything else

 

[Moochienanu]

January 14, 2022

Holding

you feel your insides
wrapped so tightly around it
pure willpower
keeping it safe
keeping it from breaking
keeping it from leaving

nothing is the same
if you allow the thought
of yourself opening
and losing that part
which you’ve spent
so much of yourself on

it’s a war lost
with casualties unseen
when wanting turns from having
and having to letting go of

those pieces -
the ones that used to be
everything -
they’re gone

 

[butters]

you have a way of showing a reader the inner turmoil of your struggles that hits home and avoids the maudlin... has the true ring of authenticity. Then, when you follow it with pieces like your 'swaddled', they act as great foils to one another. You're well worth reading, even if it's hard to feel the anguish in the words.

 

[Moochienanu]

January 15, 2022

Skipped

I skim the surface
A skipping stone
Hopping on a placid lake

Picked from the shore
Out of so many others
For my shape and feel

Thrown with great skill,
Strength, and agility
Exactly the perfect angle

Will I continue forever
Only touching the surface?
I may never find depth in this life.