#OctPoWriMo Day 8




Hand Held Barrier

freed near fountains,
we toss our collected coins
into oblivion

near broke from being spent,
we are bent like windblown stems
after the last maelstrom of protests

our voices lost in this void,
like phantoms, we avoid
all real feeling & replace it

with plastic, glass, & silicon–
we’re being conned & we
allow it because the flow

convinces us it’s better
never to log out
or let go

screeching nature sounds on playlists
because no one can hear the outside
through plaster walls

& the city’s audible virus;
we can sense the destruction
inside us, the desire

to start a fire if only
to purify ourselves
of every pop-up ad lie

one day we’ll wake up
& not be able to refrain
from bleeding onto paper

or tangible canvas, our souls,
our secret thoughts,
our collective pain

there’s no time like now
to remember where we came from,
some of us just don’t know how

it starts with identifying
the barrier,
then tearing it down








Published by Jennifer Patino

Poet.

17 thoughts on “#OctPoWriMo Day 8

      1. I know, but I am also spending too much time on my electronic devices, trying to save the world one post or one poem at a time 😉
        (Though, I hope, I also manage to spend time with my family, I am afraid I don’t spend enough).
        The poem is beautifully crafted, there is nothing not to like!

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