Huffin and Puffin

You know when you hear that huff
it’s time to run,
and as gracefully as a swan you slide out the door and disappear.
You hear the huffin and puffin getting nearer,
and like a panicked chicken you look for a way out.
But you’re cornered.
And the potoo’s mouth opens like a vacuum
and huffs all over you.
And in self defense or madness
you huff at them back,
as a mimicking parrot, in hopes
the storm won’t come your way.
But this angers them more and
with eagle eyes, they swoop
and breathe hot air all over you.
You stand upright dishevelled
like an owl caught in a tempest
and turn your head 180 degrees.
Then the huffins done and the puffin
walks away quite happily.
“Twit twoo” you say, staring vacantly,
feeling as heavy as an ostrich
and as unfortunate as a dodo.

Laura Berry (Napowrimo Day 15 – 2024)

Blind Worship

When we choose to adore someones mask
not the real person inside,
it´s how narcissists are born.
And we sleepwalk into trouble
not wanting to burst the bubble
of delusion.
When we lay petals at the feet
of the monsters on the street,
we only encourage the end of the world,
not its beginning.
And the only thing that will be singing
is the wind
whistling through a hollow shell.
If you want to live in hell
then choose blind adoration
and fatten the lies.
If you want to live in heaven
then open your eyes to the truth
and adore with a clear view
of what is real.
Then the Earth will bloom
under clearer skies.

Laura Berry (Napowrimo Day 15 – 2023)

Brain Speak

If you want to disinterest me the most
speak only from your brain,
your compartment storage boxes
full of cold facts and figures,
explained through the iron teeth of a robot.

I look for the heart in the tin man
throbbing underneath technicalities and high performance.

What happens when you put music on,
do you dance?
or describe to me the musicians poor use of glissando?
I slide down with the bow and look at the ceiling.

Your words drift off into the ether

I watch the flickering sun above
and giggle like a child,
taken into my emergency room of feelings,

What were you saying?

Laura Berry (Napowrimo, Day 15, 2022)