All my creative pursuits.
This is an ongoing fantasy of mine. I went so far as to buy a book that teaches you how to disappear. From last spring…
I want to be anonymous
I want to run away
Find a way to fake my death
Collect on the insurance policy
Travel somewhere sunny and warm
Where no one knows my name
Change my face, change my form
Ditch my regrets and shame
And sip a cold Dos Equis
On some pristine sandy beach
Cause my life is kinda empty
When you’re so far out of reach
Reworked and reimagined…
The pretty words rattle and quiver
They shake the walls
And give you the shivers
Bless those words and damn the silence
Tap the inkwell
Cover the blankness
They flow like a river, swollen to flood
Burn like a wildfire
Drip like blood
Over the precipice they tauntingly hover
The chasm is deep
And seductive as a lover
To lose those words is just like a death
For the writer would leap
Not save his last breath
From early in 2016: one of my favorite rhyming poems…
Every night I drift to sleep
As darkness makes me blind
And yet my vision attenuates
With my sharply focused mind
I travel over a thousand miles
To a hostile, forbidding land
The witching hours drag so slowly
Moon lights the evil plan
The hungry mouths, the feral eyes
So dreadful is their gaze
Circle round with deadly purpose
Muscles tighten and I brace
They are confident that I am caught
But I’ve yet to meet my end
With guile and cunning, I make my move
On this my life depends
When I have dodged and feinted
I smell their fetid breath
As I flee into the forest
I escape those jaws of death
It’s only upon awakening
Chilled, yet dripping wet
That I realize the nightmare beasts
Haven’t killed me yet
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 