BOOM!

Happy March 17th. This is another one for DVerse Poetics: “This being human…” and is also for FOWC: Vilify. Those prompts collided, and this poem exploded.


This being human is a minefield:
One never knows when memories
Will blow up right underneath one’s feet
Nor seep into consciousness, soon to
Fall out of eyes, seeing the past.

One never knows — there might be peace,
And then certain words speak
(get that sonofabitch Rumi
out of my alleged “guest” house) —

Rest. We vilify these memories.
Alive they are buried, while we die.
Let them be.

This being human… is a seed.

7 thoughts on “BOOM!

  1. “And then certain words speak
    (get that sonofabitch Rumi
    out of my alleged “guest” house) —“

    I needed that chuckle today. 😀 I love how you wrote this and delved into the prompt. Being human indeed means trying to survive in the lost moments and memories; it’s extremely evocative and beautiful how you conveyed it all. Fascinating work!

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  2. Jenna, you have brightened up my overcast morning. It is indeed a minefield being a human, but a sense of humour makes it worth the while, as does an imagination in which seeds can grow, of which (most) humans have both!

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