A Banterous Ode to Tablemat

Lines weaved left right overlapped
Generating a pattern for a tablemat
Its formulation stares at me as I type these words
Onto the screen as my eyes unravel worlds

The tablemat is envious that my fingers stroke the keyboard
Wonders why its only purpose is to keep tables from being scorched
Well mat, I didn’t invent you but I could give you a new function
How would you like to be placed under my computer’s power-button?

Would that give you a sense of ‘use’ and shut your helpless cries?
Would that response be considered as me trying to empathise?
I only ask because tablemat, I do not speak your tongue
And it is not because I have not tried… it’s because you don’t have one…

 

MG

 

 

 

(Wrote an ode to a tablemat because it felt unappreciated
and in order for it to ‘learn’ graditiude
I ‘appreciated’ it through a thankful tribute) 

Be Kind, Not Weak

Be kind, be meek.
Be kind,
not weak.

MG

 

 

 

(related — “Kindness is Not Weakness” by MG )

My World

I exist in whatever world I make
One I could create
A world from which I need not escape
For it expands only to embrace
A world where I don’t discriminate
Merely give what I will take
A world that’s real, where nothing is fake
Where there’s no “lose or save face”

They coin it utopian and call me idealist
Yet I am my biggest cynic
I balance the two and call myself a realist
Who is also my own worst critic
Finding a way to be more expressive
Without sounding as cryptic
Striving to know what’s wanted, what’s needed
Limited to role models I mimic

Twas never about the defeaters nor defeated
Both equally parasitic
A mix of those who have been mistreated
What could have been pandemic
To neither the meek, nor the conceited
But ambiverts – sociably eremitic
This is the world I’ve inhabited
Between creative and academic

So I exist in whatever world I make
One I could create
A world from which I need not escape
For it expands only to embrace
A world where I don’t discriminate
Merely give what I will take
A world that’s real, where nothing is fake
Founded on freedom, justice, and grace

MG

Six – The Resistance (Excerpt)

I read your silence
As resistance–
And this somehow surprised me
Perhaps you sought out mystery
But there was no invitation nor call
I waited until the rising sun
To summon thee to me
But as my eyes opened, all I could see
Were clouds brewing in the distance.

I heard your silence
As resistance–
The refusal to persist
You tried your best to more than live
But your constraints limited your existence
There was something about your smile
That could make all weak at the knees
An insubordination, incomplete surrender
Left little choice for me.

I felt your silence
As resistance–
It echoed from the distance
Amidst the chains that tied you to me
I cut them to be free
But lost I was in the wilderness
Without your wise guidance
I came back for you, to walk with you
Only to be challenged by someone new.

I resisted your silence–
Profound defiance
Awaiting an alliance
The sun must set now
in the West
O’er the hills, trees, nests
Forever a-waiting, I for thee.
Until the day you return to me.

C.H.

 

 

This poem was taken from a novella I’ve been working on over the past couple of months. The full story can be found here

MG

The End Is Only The Beginning

You left in haste
Without a trace
Which probably explains why
It’s taken a while

To learn to love again
To learn to be a friend
To learn to value you
To learn to embrace the new
You were wonderful, Skye, yes you were
For the longest time you were my only world
The only person who held the key
To uncovering my mysteries
But now, my dear, I have discovered
Other entrances hidden under rubble
Under the debris of our earthquake
When you brought down the worlds we made
I have sifted, oh, how I have searched
Through sand, and ash, lye and dirt
At first, of course I was looking for you
But over time the search was subdued
The reality soon faded into a memory
And present times became history
When all’s said and done, where will you be?
While all’s left standing is… me

I’ve found another entrance dear, one you didn’t know
Buried far beneath ice and a thousand layers of snow
It took a long time to find it, time, heat and friction
Laid under slates encoded with alien diction
Then I looked closely at the engravings
There were patterns perplexing and penetrating
Right to the core of all dissent
Of dissonance, of regret, and resentment
The code was the final key I needed
To blast through the ice that melts and refreezes
To access the entrance to a cave of mystery
Unencumbered selves, shattered in pieces
I’d put them back together in time
With cracks so perfect, lines so fine
Formulating a new me, me dear
Rising from the ashes, the fire I feared
But fear does not become me anymore, Skye
It does not hover as a shadow by my side
I have seen the light at the end of the road
And I’m ready, now, to free-fall into the unknown…

MG

(Excerpt from Dear Skye by Mikaela Gordan. Originally posted on Wattpad. Click for link.)