Consonants and Adlibs

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #3]

1.
Cook gravy 'til spectacular thoughts sizzle
skating from the burlesque mother.

2.
Jack, the druglord, operates zoloft & rum
Real zany afterthoughts.
Oooo, deadly.

Morbid Jack, clippity quack,
meanders northly southern
for butter steaks & oranges.

-Roni I'naru

Thoughts of Tokophobia While Facing a Trash Can

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #2]

Yesterdays collect
at the bottom of the receptacle.
There will be someone
to gather these bad decisions and
put them where
we won't mind.
But what we can not
throw away,
we must hold on to
and name these little regrets
and be proud of them
because shame is embarrassing.

-Roni I'naru

A Cute Angle

[(Soma)tic Poetry Workshop Poem #1]

You won't get the shot.
Put the camera away.
Life is happening.

-Roni I'naru

Caelum

i love the sky prior to sunrise
when it's cerulean blue
and everything is calm
and quiet
i love the way the streets are empty
and nothing
and no one is about the sidewalk
i love how crisp the air is
how fresh is smells
unpolluted
overwhelming
i love the peace that comes over me
that i could not refuse
because i didn't have a chance to
how sincere the silence is
and wondering is this what it's like to believe in God
is this how i know She exists
i love that i am not sleeping this moment away
that i am awake right now
alive
and happy, simultaneously
what i feel is something i've only read about

and this must be what love feels like

and i love how i feel

-Roni I'naru