Writer’s Block by Adam Dustus
Posted in Image Poetry with tags Blog, dustus, image poem, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, photograph, poem, poet, Poetry, poetry online, writer's block on October 19, 2010 by dustusThe One That Got Away
Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry with tags Blog, Chris G., dustus, One Shoot Sunday, One Stop Poetry, photograph, photographer, photography, picture prompt challenge, poem, Poetry, Rosie Hardy on July 16, 2011 by dustus
I loved her, honest
Warm shoulder, face, soft eyes
Mostly imagined, as well as initial
Surprise pet names
Rats make for a stupid hat
Dancing spastic to Sinatra’s pack…
If like-attracts-like
Then I am insane
Benighted cotton balls, human
Upon magellin’ hair
Sniffling through catacombs—
Their ancestors spared
Licking skull eye sockets
Smelling condensed blood
Without squeaky pre-flights
No airline cruising bag of nuts
Nor fearing yawlps from elephants
Over cobalt blue tears
Coloring Ulysses butterfly
I’ll never tell—Pinky & Brain swear
Because one never really knows why
Some cast a wicked spell
Knowing it’s not healthy: staring into glare
Though rodents tickle smile growth
Your left side looks so dark and scared
Like unto her, recognized one
Took held breath from my yesterdays
Making me finally cut; the bleeding runs
Strolling edit, weekends come
Always wanting, aching fade
Craving thrills, smelling grave
Fair nuanced shake
I’ll squeeze that sponge
Drink lips, fears, spiked pain
As tales trail sensing time frames
Independent journey pines for nothing
Now, except sapling splinters—
A privilege being a writer
Fucking sue me; one-shoot-me
Looking past this, future smiles
While mental illness crying fire
Patrons trample burning aisles
Saying cheese, final friend
When love is all I want and need
Until we meet again—
From Skinner’s lair to inside trees
Panopticons and lakeside springs
Postcard composure
Photographs, dreams
Through notes, held keys
Wind-song through reeds while
The one who kept me up at night
Feeling nothing except history
That part of me… faux enemy
Died today
Remembering with a sigh
Will never be the same
Goodbye, One Stop
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*spectacular photography by Rosie Hardy
Chris G… wish you a fantastic new beginning, my friend. Learned a great deal from you, and have high expectations for your future accomplishments. All the best for a great start in CO! Don’t be a stranger.
Final Words of Thanks….
I really don’t know what to say, and I’ve thought about it obsessively, go figure…. Guess it’s kind of hitting me all at once now. To sum up the journey, I’ve learned more about writing and poetry from real writers—dedicated, intrepid blogging souls— who bring their best efforts forth just about every week, even when they don’t link up, or opt to send poetic tweets. Through One Shot Wednesday and Form Mondays (each day really) I feel like I received a poetic education—gleaming gems of knowledge and inspiration prompting me to experiment with varied styles, take notes, make conscious decisions through my work. Those lessons prove invaluable; and Sundays, well, I never expected it to turn out so great. Big credit to Chris, and to everyone who posted and shared their thoughts with us. I’m grateful for your heartwarming kindness and encouragement.
Cheers.
Peace.
dustus
The Walking Dead
Posted in One Shoot, One Stop Poetry, Poetry Reading with tags Blog, dustus, One Shoot Sunday, One Stop Poetry, photography, picture prompt challenge, poet, Poetry, walking dead on July 9, 2011 by dustus
Can this be hell?
What can I tell?
False perceptions
Frozen stroll—
Distorting what one
Thinks too…
No
Sense expansion among possible side effects
Light severs eyes with flooding lens
Ghosts trod hunchbacked in marching bend
Warning sign an angry red
Tears may shed without regret
It’s not about what others get
Fugue state alters how some stand
Caught amid processional blend
As fear surreal, can’t comprehend
What we perceive may be pretend
And it is your dream…
That needed to amend
While higher consciousness attends
No outlet taped to concrete block
Transit rumbling after shock
Their streaking frames in motion caught—
Silent nightmare scene
Rose-tinted land
Watch us go by
The walking dead
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Next Sunday will be my last post for
One Stop Poetry.
I’d like to thank all of you who have supported my work and encouraged me to write my best. And special thanks to Chris G. for turning One Shoot Sunday into something great. We’re sorry to see it end. Thank you for your understanding and for sharing your amazing work with us on Sunday.
*photo by outstanding photographer Neil Alexander
