Poetry

I’m working on writing a thousand poems. I started in April 2015.

Poem #227

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

dull pain everywhere
sharp pain on my lips
six books piled on my head
a clamp on my arm
a compress on my legs
a hand gripping my ankle
too many rings on my fingers
potatoes on my torso
every sensation magnified
every movement odd
every moment foggy

Poem #225

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

my body is hot
yet it feels cold
I’m a stone
grounded in this bed
but I float in fantasy
see the three-eyed creatures
and the goat kids
that teacher from elementary
she is there
grayscale images
but vivid like rainbows
soft touches on my arms
grinning pirates
naive robots
I’m awake but close to dreams

Poem #224

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

everything is on the paper
I left part of myself there too
I need to get rid of the excess
because everyday I’m growing bigger
taking up more space
and it’s not sustainable
that’s why I expel words
and write the things.
to disappear, they must be performed
or else they sit and rot
and start to cling to my insides
coating me in thick cynicism
viscous liquid inside an inflating balloon
I don’t want to pop

Poem #222

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

uncommon pack of coyotes
stalk the purple snow
approach the house
tease the shepherd within
eat his food
but eye the deer
browsing on the hill
still but seen
yip and howl
the coyotes race
go for the neck
not this time
but the opportunity
is repeating

Poem #221

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

perfect synchronization
metal hits metal
tens of millions of times
fifteen thousand a minute
a level of pure mechanization
that no human could achieve
precision and redundancy
it’s a grand symphony
that echoes a cacophony
all in a shell the size of a truck
it produces almost nonstop
and unravels the scribbles in my mind