Lamenting the Loss of the Sacred Cow

Wishful eyes set adrift on pompous dreams
of cotton candy fantasies;
superfluous words fly into the gaping mouth
of an uncontained, unrestrained ego;
vomit an epiphany of absurd redundancy;
swift thoughts vanish into the sludge abyss of mediocrity;
blackness rapes paisley fields of nevermore--
sweet melancholy, rejoice--
bittersweet rejuvenation sings a solemn song
of celebrated anguish;
stampedes of ailing coyotes take wing
and circle the moon;
the ending's arrival makes a grand display
none too soon.


© K. A. Bennett 2019. All rights reserved.

(This poem of absurdity was originally published on my profile page on Medium.com  9.12.19. You can see it here. The poem is in itself a commentary on my experience with being a writer on Medium.com.)

Kerry Bennett holds an MA in Cultural Resource Management, is an anthropologist, environmentalist, Ordained Minister, Certified Life Coach, visual artist, and writer. Kerry is restoring/renovating a Victorian house in the arid southwest where she lives with her two children, a plethora of pets, and the creative ghost of her unpredictable muse. She has written for local newspapers and has been published in literary journals. She blogs at K's Bloomin' Art Garden and her artwork can be found at Kerry A. Bennett Fine Art.

What Can I Do Today?

A free verse poem
published on Medium 9.5.19 

In silence, I sit,
seeking significant moments
of awakened realizations.

It’s divine to be alone,
to celebrate a coming home — 
a delectable return to self-awareness.

Before me lies the world,
in all its burning glory.
My heart is heavy with acceptance
of the failed human story.

My hands bleed.
I am guilty of mindless capitalism,
trapped in nihilism,
reaching for answers in the status quo.

In silence, I sit,
seeking ego validation,
wanting my solitary actions
to have meaningful intention.

Going within,
I spin into anticipated potential
and own personal responsibility
for choices I have made.

Perception changes
when I climb out of stagnation,
release ego,
and move to focused action.

I sit in silence
and contemplate my words and my power.
I reclaim my feminine and ask Earth Mother,
What can I do today?

© K. A. Bennett 2019. All rights reserved.

I Am A Lazy Gardener But My Garden Persists

"I Am a Lazy Gardener But My Garden Persists," published on Medium.com  8.23.19