Author: Nicole Kinzel

  • The Abiter Poem

    Who is the arbiter for you. Do they listen and do what is fair? Fair to you or themselves instead. Exclusionary is a scary word. Hints at unbalance. A flaw in the system. *** Others covet the power. Crawling from the cracks in the walls like vermin. Not caring for the balance. Single minded push…

  • Dream Hangover Poem

    When I awake it begins. Or perhaps it already started. Images and places I have never been rubbed from my eyes with the blurriness. Good and bad colors chased away by sun. But my perspective is now stained. The sun takes longer than a day to bleach away the rest. *** I am haunted. A…

  • Misplaced Feelings Poem

    Where did the feeling go? I swear I just had it. Set in down the moment I was not using it. Left to wait on some dusty shelf. But now that I truly need it, it is stuck in a jail I do not know the location of. Waiting patiently like a puppy at the…

  • Funeral Poem

    She stands shrouded in black. A veil covers her face so nobody else can see her expression. It is not a loss of family or friends she attends for though you could say it is. The funeral is none other than her own. She both lies six feet under and stands at the banquet table…

  • Time Traveling Keyboard Poem

    I think it would be nice to have a time traveling keyboard. An uncommon superpower and unusual wish. Thought of by the idle mind staring at the wall. Not the logical choice but a philosophical one. Pulled from a place of longing. I could barely begin to tell you how useful it would be for…

  • Surprise Poem

    I apologize for running. It is out of habit you see. So used to getting bit by snakes in the tall grass. Any movement sends me running for protection. Looking for anti venom before the bite even happens. Following a pattern that does not always hold true. *** I know you just want to surprise…

  • Thank You For A Wonderful First Year

    I went into blogging and poetry writing without too many expectations. Maybe a good outlet and a few cents from ads every once in awhile. It was mostly to build a better writing habit in a space where I actually felt pressure to produce. Even if nobody else showed up, the simple threat of someone…

  • Healing Poem

    Does it hurt? Good. No, I am not wishing pain upon you. I just know what it means. What a blessing it is. That you continue to draw breath still. *** It hurts because you are past it. The damage has already occurred and yet you remain. The throbbing, dull persistent ache. Tingling across the…

  • Insubordinate Poem

    I was called insubordinate. I do not understand why. It makes as much sense as a flying pig. Or a sun that emits darkness. A freak event of nature that should never have existed. *** Insubordination would mean I had to work for you. A position where I had to answer your call. Pushed and…

  • The Flood Poem

    There is always a leak somewhere. A breach in a less traveled zone. I can always hear it when it starts. Starting as a trickle and becoming a pour. Pooling in areas I do not actively observe. Fixable if I tend to it in time. *** The leak is never easy to tend to. Forced…