Tuesday, 7 December 2021

Two Poems by Jazz Marie Kaur

 



At Crater Tock

On the moon 

sits me.

without a twister scream.

A golden yo-yo swings sideways 

inside a clock as it winds up.

Chai is stepping into my rising tea cup.

A crescent croissant snaps in half 

for my bedroom meal.

 

This ticking home launch isn’t real

but it reminds me that I can picture float,

flower in any dreamscape to heal —

my mind’s rotational phases 

are a rocket automobile.

No nightmare shall ever awaken an oxygen steal.

No onion peel here, 

yet tears begin to wheel.

Stars reveal a cosmic whistle in the streams of rain.

 

Her forest eyes smile — blanketed is the comet pain.

I still see her in my camera brain.

I still hear her wisdom flashing 

as a twirling heart cane.

With her memory drawn,

the gravity shook is gone.

Missing her 

in this space, 

breathing slowly 

out of my tank 

to hobble on.

 

reCAPTCHAs

Loss rocks rain — avalanches roller derby pain.

Moving clocks — my mind earthquake shocks.

Stolen socks — my tough dog talks.

Chicken pox — warm soup soul docks.

High sea sick when writing — on ink lighting walks.

Overalls.

Recovery manoeuvres canals 

through masked

times 

unearthing 

cannibals.

Break a fall.

Break a cough wall.

Breakups maul.

Wake ups to and from 

my shopping spree mall.

Again spin dance through the bathroom hall.

Glide.

Fall.

Over.

Crying laugh check strikes —

like a bowling ball.

Break a fall.

Mom call.



Website: https://www.vevnaforrow.com/ Twitter: jazzdraws508 Vevna Forrow aka (Jazz Marie Kaur) is a self-published author of the Jazzy Hummingbird 40+ shorts poetry collection comprised of miniature bite-sized stories and hidden messages in verse; it is one puzzling eBook series in this crazy beautiful twisting universe. She is originally from MN, working in the IT field; now residing in NV with her sidekick; a dog named Toby. She inks feelings down for she believes a poem can expose a heart breaking curse and release a trapped frown one struggles to reverse. Additionally, she is a self-taught computer mouse cartoonist and a wizard at troubleshooting technology who rhymes to heal in rollercoaster times.

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