Voiced // SHORT: Lucio Maxima by Thomas Rivet

Lucio Maxima
And so, then, without a dearest cause,
a yonder spotlight from the above angelic haven
came to me nearest, in such synchronicity, or so it seemed,
as I stretched my forearms to the edge of thy blistered park bench.
A whispering wind tickled my senses, nudging me towards the speckled light,
only to lift me higher, and higher; so high, so high, so close, so close,
to what one might be gentle to call a spiritual awakening. I was there,
and now I am here.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SHORT SERIES: O Quentin!: Part I by Thomas Rivet

O Quentin!

Quentin examined the faucet,

four drops would hit the sink every minute;

Quentin counts. A tall, skinny boy

with pupils so deep, one could sail a boat in them.

His long brown streaks would hang like curtains across his face,

like bamboo, or seaweed dangling in the ocean currents.

Quentin sweat, but would swipe his forehead with a dish towel

before the drops could mix with the faucet’s drool.

He was an odd fella, Quentin was.

I would leave the house for hours, and days, sometimes,

and Quentin would always be counting drops.

I had to get the faucet fixed, why hadn’t I earlier.

Friday morning, briefly after lunch, the plumber came with his wrench,

I left him to quibble the rusty tubes.

Catastrophe.

Upon my return, broken glass and porcelain everywhere,

I didn’t order a painter, nor did I order a tint of red;

the plumber wasn’t a plumber,

his wrench wasn’t a tool,

but a weapon,

to kill my

odd friend

dead.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SELF-SERIES: Me, In Some Words by Thomas Rivet

Voiced // SELF-SERIES: Me, In Some Words by Thomas Rivet

Voiced // SELF-SERIES: Me, In Some Words by Thomas Rivet

Voiced // HAIKU: Raindrops and Hail Rocks by Thomas Rivet

Raindrops and Hail Rocks

Pale long grass tickled

by the raindrops and hail rocks,

flooding and laughter.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SHORT: Anger & Soul by Thomas Rivet

In episodes of anger

and weakness, we roar

to slice the silence,

to cleanse our core.

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // POEM: Eat the Goddamn Cake by Thomas Rivet

Eat the Goddamn Cake
Be the water that you are,
pure and light, like a star.
Judgement is a cloud, full
and grey, if you let it be.
Reign over any ignorant scrutiny,
whether cold or sly,
give it up,
give it up,
it isn't worth your time and effort,
no word of a lie.
Hail your uniqueness,
be strong, be courageous,
take no orders; eat the cake ...
you're a goddamn snowflake!

THOMAS RIVET

Voiced // SHARE: Understanding Poetry by Incidental Comics (Grant Snider)

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Voiced // POEM: Renewed Generosity by Thomas Rivet

Renewed Generosity

When she's having a bad day, she doesn't cry.

She may shed tears every once in a while,

but they aren't shed in the name of misery, no, 

rather over an accumulation of joy.

Tomorrow, or later,

she will smile, or shine,

when she will have

turned grass greener,

given trees and bushes a chance at life,

and we may curse at her while she weeps,

with a fork, or a knife,

and for what ...

Sure she makes us wet,

but she isn't in debt

to us, the fools

who fail to see

her decency,

her renewable generosity.

THOMAS RIVET

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