jotNrot
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A blog to publish some rhymes, words and the occasional short snapshot or story to express intentions that missed their mark or couldn't find another outlet.
jotNrot
2M ago
Living is what I do When I’m not thinking of you I’m often in stasis these days The sun warms my shoulders Into feeling less old than My bark-like skin declares I spend my days exposed Like light can appease thirst And bring life to dried dirt But it won’t And I’m left fiddling With […]
stasis ..read more
jotNrot
2M ago
Have you or have I
rewritten the story?
I recall like yesterday
How I recoiled
How he called you out
How you insisted, then persisted and convinced, yourself
How I went along,
against all my instincts
because I wanted to destroy something that night
Because the one that should have stepped in, hadn’t
Because I should have asked him to
Because he shouldn’t have had to Because I shouldn’t have had to ask
Mostly, because all that came since was born of your love and my spite
Oh, what a story it would make ..read more
jotNrot
3M ago
I’ve run circles around shadows
Raised two people from a grain
Crossed oceans and added,
collected and borrowed,
Begged and bent to be let in
yet fled at every chance
I’ve climbed mountains in my mind
and tumbled down numbed
by blatant lies meant to exalt
and suppress all uprising
Nothing has touched me
like colours and smiles
hiding in the corner
of a mouth or an eye
or the blush of a cheek
or the belly of a cloud
I woke with a poem
swirling in my head
The words to be said aloud
were plain and measured
without rhyme
but with cause
and reason enough
The clause underscored
the glaring metaphor ..read more
jotNrot
3M ago
It has been a while, measured
in breaths, in, out, like tick
and talk about the weather
Time marked and dismissed
with the taking of pills
and meals and chilled tea
I haven’t thought of you
in days, maybe weeks
Thyme cures all, they say
Rambles and brambles
would etch patterns
more entrancing than
the creases of these sheets
imprinted on my skin
Artists, like prisoners,
make much of so little,
dying to be remembered ..read more
jotNrot
9M ago
Stay sharp, stay strong
stand
keep walking, keep walking
tall face out
keep walking, keep looking, straight ahead
keep typing, keep flinching,
inching towards a better place
towards comfort talking
In here, all is silence
No one talks, they look
out windows, they look
past floors, they look
to their next step
All is invested
in that next step ..read more
jotNrot
1y ago
And I want to save
that poem
and that other one
Fold it into my
pastry cortex here, now,
to find it whenever
I gnaw mindless this way
to remember
that time,
that is
now, when
I was laid out splayed
head ringing with spring breeze
ease leaking thoughts
of fucking awe at all that is
and words’ power to
sow/seed/warp/tear/lift/free
I want to hit SAVE, UPLOAD and
NOTIFY, should I slipslink back
into my place
in the stifling ought display
to await my shelving
SAVE it all to record and remember I was fucking here, I saw
it all, I heard the birds singing
literally for fuck’s sake
for which we do all ..read more
jotNrot
1y ago
5:35 a.m. and mortality
rattles my dreams
to shake me from slumber
and dump me in the clamour
of consciousness considering
probabilities of you waking
to another day
Across the way we ponder
ifs and mays to outfit
ourselves against judgement
Would that you would see me,
and I you, we could spare
the world our gifts
wrought to hit the right spot,
weld the right cage,
forge our thoughts, and fix
this rift in perpective ..read more
jotNrot
1y ago
Vestiges shorn from my dreams
rise like phantom limbs
unveiling their legacies
Slightly more bent over,
one leg shorter,
I eventually circle round
to make the same mistakes
only with more weight
to my now uneven gait
But wait, I’m not done
choking back that song
I should have sung as
out of tune as your face
hung below the new moon
that drew my attention
More than you ever would ..read more
jotNrot
1y ago
When you’ve made peace
with ghosts and regrets,
attended to duties
and promises unkept,
repaired mistakes
and mended fences,
paid your dues with
atonement and repentance
Will you rise from the ashes
of all dreams forlorn?
Or settle with the dust
of afterthoughts to scorn
our misguided trust
that all things sacred,
decent and just
will be rewarded ..read more
jotNrot
1y ago
How easy to fall for
the nibbling of a cuticle
under a brow furrowed in consternation relaxing
into a whisper
“it’s okay, you’re alright”
breaking into a smile
mocking all severity
for not laughing.
On the other side
I sit with you–watching other lives–waiting
for confirmation
I should rise up–flee dancing–to my doom ..read more