Disclaimer

Don’t respond to me;
I’m just bored and
lonely and
a couple of minutes away from
disappearing.

Come on too strong, afraid that
to do otherwise will make you lose interest.
Waxing poetic, electronic pen pals are
what most become;
asking to meet has never been
my strong suit.

I can be kind, loyal, and thoughtful;
thoughtless, selfish, and bloated by my
self-importance.

Everyone has their own path to walk;
some get partners, others don’t.
Some covet being alone, while
others daydream of someone else.

Come along then,
if you will.
I promise I’ll be the
one who is hurt.

by Erik Shinker

Winter Air

There is a piercing quality to
it; bringing both
clarity and
threat.

Mislabeled as blankets, pillows, and soft
hills of white, freezing is always
an afterthought; too late once the
digits have gone
black and
blue.

The possibility of frostbite in
the silent-scape of twilit sundry.
Snow rises to
contradict its cliches.
Floating flakes are
pushed along a current, as the
breath of the God(ess) exhales.

Nostalgia covers the truth of
Winter’s harsh Nature as
songs and poems
romanticize what was once
humanity’s greatest nightmare:
the cold and the
lonely dark.

by Erik Shinker

Mother

Strength despite frustration;
the natural enemy of death as
the embodiment of creation.
Venerated for the gift she gives,
we would be nothing without her;
she is sometimes taken for granted,
despite our best intentions.

Soft enough to nurture, she
hides a fury for
the safety of her
cubs, her
chicks, her
creation.

She is sacrifice;
from the nigh unbearable pain of
birth through the attrition of
daily struggle.
And though it may seem
piecemeal in comparison, she
renews her promise with each
Daughter’s rising and setting Son.

We owe everything to her,
for better or worse;
though for the best, more
often than not.
Some have said that God is Love;
they forget their Mother.

by Erik Shinker

Le Noire

Starting with a misstep after
skipping over my own tongue.
Taken in stride by your
quick wit held aloft by
a charmed laugh.

Smitten by an
unexpected connection;
altered plans,
perhaps serendipitous,
led our paths to cross.
But, as ever, I am unsure;
past friendliness so often
mistaken for interest.

I play back our time
together; reminiscing already
in the wish of repeating.

I hope we meet again,
if only for another chance to
make a fool of myself
for you.

by Erik Shinker

Minnesota’s Best Emerging Poets 2019

I have some very exciting news to share today; last month, I had a poem accepted to be included in the upcoming book, Minnesota’s Best Emerging Poets 2019!

The book will be available to buy through Amazon and Z Publishing’s website on November 30th, but you can pre-order now at this link for a copy.

Minnesota’s Best Emerging Poets 2019 contains 30 poems by writers like myself discussing relevant and poignant topics with each of us doing our best to seek and realize our truths.

Feel free to check out Z Publishing House’s website for more information on this and other books that they have published.

Thank you for reading and enjoy a photo of my cat being a ham!

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