Demarisspeaks
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My blog contains my poetry about love, human nature and nature. My poetry is all of these things at different times: true, imagined, risky, simple, accessible, heart-wrenching, shocking, erotic, personal and universal. I hope that these things add up to a few meaningful moments as you read a poem or two.
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
Maybe you’ve found yourself
in the middle
of what seemed to be a crisis
of someone else’s need—
maybe you, too, have stood
innocently in line
at the grocery store
when all of a sudden
the air was filled with the sound
of a man screaming without words—
just something primal
desperate
deeply disturbing
to those of us suppressing
our own internal frustration
with this life
by smiling at those around us
and by refraining from the violence
we sometimes imagine
we are capable of.
No, this was not the sound
of physical pain
but the other kind—
the raw immediate jump off the edge.
And we who heard it ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
When you drink too much
only half of you is present
to function in front of others
as you might
if you’d had nothing to drink
at all
and this is such a difficult task—
you find yourself
bumping into corners
as if they jumped into you
and you find that your hands
forgot how to be graceful
as you speak or lift the glass
and somehow
you are hyper-aware of everything
you should and should not do
but the things you know
you should not think about
seem to float to the surface
of your consciousness
which is only, you believe,
slightly impaired,
and before you know it
you are dreaming again of him—
th ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
What a strange name, Elijah.
It sounded too human
for this caged bird
inside a glass box
not even wide enough
for him to spread his wings,
let alone fly.
He was perched on a branch
removed from a real tree
but there was an artificial landscape
painted on his back wall
looking like nowhere
he would have come from—
and the sign beside his name
instructed those of us
who wandered toward him
not to tap on the glass
which seemed unnecessary
to get his attention
because there he was
beautiful yellow and green
looking at me with intelligence
curiosity
and what must have been sadness
because when I wa ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
This is why
it doesn’t matter
that I feel
what you feel
in the middle
of an ordinary day
or in the sleepless hours
when the moonlight
creeps slowly
across our beds.
Haven’t we lived
long enough
to distrust the ache
the flutter
the hope
that fills our cheeks
with an involuntary smile
when we think about
lovely afternoons
spent
in each other’s company?
Isn’t it enough
or better
to remember how love
makes lofty promises
then disappoints
hurts
disintegrates
if we touch it
into existence?
Isn’t it enough
or better
to admire from afar
this fragile thing
between us
and promise
we will never get close ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
I hope to be of service—
to guide you toward the light
to teach you how
what
when to speak or stay silent
about love that appears in your life
outside the boundaries
of your current committed relationship.
It can bloom like a rose
in the most unexpected places
and your innocent curiosity
will be no match
for the fragrance of the new.
Know that you are not exempt
from another failure
as you succumb to outside temptation
as you pursue a new, exciting diversion
from the life you have begun to believe
is not quite right for you,
despite your being somewhere
in the vicinity of middle age.
Know also ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
I was in a movie
a dream
walking toward the elevator
where you stood
pretending not to know me–
we rode up to the tenth floor
as is if we were strangers
as if my body
didn’t already know yours
and inside the room
was everything you knew I’d need
to be at your service
for forty eight hours
and I remember the taste
of everything you left
the peanut butter and jelly
the pretzel roll
with that marvelous glaze–
the orange
that orange
my god that orange–
I’ve never enjoyed one more, or since,
and you knew you were never
gonna feed my wish
but you kept me baited, captive
while you attended meetings
a ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
It’s okay now,
somehow —
somehow
it doesn’t matter
like I thought it would,
doesn’t hurt forever
like I thought it would —
but it never goes away, either,
like I hoped it would.
My love for him lingers
like dust on a piano
I no longer want to play.
DeMaris
6.30.2022 ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
Somewhere in the past,
both yours and mine—
maybe closer to the year of our birth,
or maybe closer to another century
or another age in history—
some mothers of our many mothers
were forced to do
what they did not want to do—
made to receive the seed of another—
the dark product of evolution
that ensured our species
would be fruitful and strong enough
to rise up – to touch enlightenment
and create, one day, a mandate
that women should have a say
over when or if they bear a child—
and we thought we saw a beautiful light
coming through the tunnel
but it was an army of men
carrying torches—
afrai ..read more
Demarisspeaks
1y ago
This is what I had to do.
Piercing this flag with a cross demonstrates the horror of what has happened to the freedom the flag represents.
The republican religious right-wing conservative Christian fascists have succeeded in removing the protected right to a safe and private abortion.
This is a result of democracy being subverted.
It started with the Republicans blocking Obama’s rightful nomination of Merrick Garland to the Supreme Court. This was political bullshit.
Then, Hillary Clinton won the popular vote by 2.9 million. But because of the antiquated electoral college system, Trump became ..read more
Demarisspeaks
2y ago
Oh you, dizzy with boredom,
I cannot complete you.
I can only fill one
of your myriad vacancies
with whatever it is
you do with your imagination
when you are alone
in the silence of possibility.
Best if you don’t come any closer
or I might find a reason
to wonder about your day
and how you fill it—
and then every question
would lead to an answer
you would try to make sound true.
DeMaris
6-20-2022
“Sunlight on the Floor” by Vilhelm Hammershoi, 1901 ..read more