May 2020 – Page 2 – RadioactivePoetry

Absence of a Tree

Once it was there, now it is no more
Monument of white, a tower of blight
A pale tree gone, dead from the bore’.

Gone are views of the emerald skies
‘Would turn yellow when the wind’d bellow
Coming with the summer’s demise.

Now there is not where the pale tree stood
But a shade of a spot where wood chips rot
And a blight on the eye, once the beechwood.
 
--Andy McRae--        --5/3/20--

Notecard Poem #5

The sound of still
Your breathless will
Daybreak until.

I love that this one is the one that has a rhyme to it. It lines up so well with how lately I have been playing around with rhyming. You could say it has been my unofficial theme this past week or so.

Love & War & More

Wars make, take, create, then desecrate.
Love gives, lives, lies, then dies.
Ducks, they just go Quack Quack.

I took a Facebook post of mine from 6 years ago (today), formatted it, and slapped on a title. I makes me laugh a little when I read it. I hope it does the same for you.

Screaming Paradigm

They are in my head
Screaming at me that I should be dead.
Tearing me, ripping me apart
These monsters who wanted me from the start.
 
The echoes ringing, so far unreturned
Leave me deaf, and rather concerned.
Dancing flames lick before my eyes
But grabbing them would be unwise.
 
Screaming, Shouting, Roaring in my brain
The sounds of battle that are under the strain
Of this madness around us all the time
The sickness that dwells deep within the paradigm.
 
--Andy McRae--           --5/1/20--

Bleak

I lounge in the bleak that is me.
Never knowing when it will break,
this wave of lugubriousness will pass,
and I can go back about my day.

Mythos

Beams from beyond the window come
And rest across my sleepy eye,
Waking me from deep slumber
Dreaming of where I am from.
 
I sit up and let out a sigh
Knowing that I am no longer under
The hypnotic fantasy,
A mythos that is all a lie.
 
Feeling disappointment, I wonder
What if I’d followed that fallacy,
And continued down that trail
Would I have made a blunder?
 
So to cement my new legacy
I will have to climb out of this vale
And set out on this new odyssey.
 
As I sit and stare, at my window’s veil,
I wonder how the light broke through this tale.
 
 
--Andy McRae--  --4/30/20--