Inspired by the movie The Age of Adeline. Another day without change as the world transforms itself around me and disappears, a little bit every day The maintenance of secrets is a full-time job a lifetime occupation So is the letting go Each time I choose to pull away adds another layer, another scar another unfinished [...]
Tag: change
Poetry Marathon 2016, Hour Nine: The real problem, as I see it
Ninth poem of the day. Got myself stuck—until I decided to write a haiku, which forced me to focus. I have succeeded in changing my thoughts, but not in changing my mind. (13 August 2016) The original post is here: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/hour-nine-the-real-problem-as-i-see-it/ Don’t forget to check out the other poems!
Pleasantville (a poem)
Continuing my verbless journey through May… Fire in the trees color, light, heat, ash Symbolism with intent a cocktail of confusion A sea change worlds in flux jazz afternoons blues in the night Fear of knowledge fear of youth Resistance—Pushback—Struggle—Conflict One way or another the inevitable resolution Lessons from the imagination (3 M3ay 2016)
The modern sense of audacity (A poem)
Inspired by the title of an NPR story about Maurice White (R.I.P.)… The word audacity doesn’t get used much anymore In fact, the mere use of the word has itself become an audacious act I can’t help but think it’s because we’re surrounded by so much audacity that audacity fails to stand out anymore It’s [...]
After those moments when throwing caution to the wind turns out to be a bad idea (a poem)
Monday-morning quarterbacking is sometimes necessary… When I say ‘fuck it’ and give in it inevitably has consequences appetite indulgence memory grown fuzzy around the edges a feeling that repetition and routine are sure paths to complacency and regret There has to be a way to toggle the switch to the other side where changes take [...]
The dream is over (A poem)
Contemplating things that have and have not changed… It’s been forty-five years half the Beatles are dead the Stones are old men What once was victory is now a bitter memory in the hearts of angry men Some confuse hate with heritage but hate has history, too The trouble spots are where they meet and [...]
The third day of rain (a poem)
Giving in to the autumnal cast of the last few days… 1 It's the third day of rain today… Summer is returning us gently back to the cradle of autumn with its crackling bed of bronzed leaves and its promises of warm fireplaces and soft blankets a hint of melancholy in the air vaguely reminiscent [...]
Whatever (a poem)
Yesterday was one of those days where I couldn’t get anything to work… This probably isn’t what it looks like though I’ll be damned if I know what it looks like For all I know, it could be completely staged anyway for those who enjoy that sort of thing No matter how much you stare [...]
An observation (a poem)
I wrote this poem last month after watching Selma, but it is something I have been thinking for quite some time—especially when I stop to consider that many of the civil rights struggles of the 1960s that most of us view as mere history took place within my lifetime… See those people there at the side of [...]
Does the Tunnel of Love exist anymore? (a poem)
I was watching an episode of Get Smart yesterday, in which 86 and 99 are going through a Tunnel of Love in a KAOS-operated amusement park… I thought the boats would have been junked years ago the water drained the building boarded up once the carnival closed The world is different now we go screen to [...]
