Trevor Abes: Writer

Tag: poetry

Hale

Everything is Personal

There’s nothing personal about people 

Gatekeeping their lives

Even if you cried at their weddings

Looked after their cats

Shared meals at their tables

Because everything is personal

Like looking with your eyes

And sleeping when you’re tired

Axioms 

It’s what is called a universal lever

A free option you can call in

Soon as you find the strength to do yourself the favour

A lunch tray with aluminum and styrofoam in a quarter-full food court with a city view enhancing the podcast I’m listening to about teasing out patterns I don’t know I’m following

Turnaround

You don’t always have to choose the thinnest paperback

You can fan yourself out and play in caves where shadows don’t obfuscate the exit

You can see them again and prefer to save the effort of pushing through the crowd

Let the dog ears settle before you’re comfortable

With someone kissing on your mind again

The exchange rate from blinders to uninhibited senses is always favourable

Call that commitment instead

No more being stunned like cattle, the drive of genius displaced on people

Who will find the fine print in ride or die when it’s convenient

 

The View Between Your Fingers

I could tell 

All I’d get

Was the foyer of you 

Just kicks

Took each other home like reference only volumes

To maybe feel moved enough by something

To want more of it

Light particles changing costumes

Two verses translated as DNA

Holy water from a pipette

Applied with any style of prim

To feel rosy with a scientist’s trust in empirical evidence

Tops in time-capsule technology

Poetry with other consumable options

Besides quiet splendor 

Like ingestible glow 

Wearable sonorousness

Portable perspective

Draped over our particular frequencies 

Of being in the world

 

You Owe It All To Yourself

 

A letter of forgiveness to my mind

A letter of forgiveness to my mind

Here on out to be referred to as you

Some days you think like a Windows loading icon

The one with six dots running in a circle counter clockwise

They disappear every other trip round

Reappearing at the next moment

Like a rejected teleportation request

Some thoughts come back to me like these dots

Like someone in the corner of my eye

An IG photo keeping closure from hardening

I forgive you for them all

I forgive you for how they bore

As in perforate

The depth they reach

Taps me back into the factory setting

Boundaries, self-care, self-love

How I was thrown into the world

Thoughts racing, hands shaking

Howling to make music

Of the hardships I’d endured

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What I Learned

A few lines from “What I Learned” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

Copies available through Amazon.

PDF copies through me.

Moving On

When the broken glass of life

Scrapes dead weight from parts of you

You still treasure, gathering the slivers

Is a short path to hypersensitivity 

As opposed to applauding the poetry

Of how long you’ve had your head down

Letting the unfairness nestle

Into the corners of your smile

And bloom into the tender sweetness of a heart

Whose open arms proved insufficient 

The music in your hips newly sprung by bae’s absence

Her face in every woman’s face regardless of age

Stop trying to stop seeing her everywhere

Stop beating yourself up for finding yourself asking

What do you mean what do I mean by love?

Years into thinking the answer was set in stone

Just steep in it and get familiar with how you are 

Too much food to finish for basically everyone

Until someone comes along happy to wrap you up

And save you for delectable exploratory unravelling

Which, for the record, is the opposite of cutting back

To compromise on the tenant between your eyes

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Nevermind Valentine’s: Read Breakup Poetry Instead

Nevermind Valentine’s 🖤 Read breakup poetry instead 🖤

Print or Kindle copies available through Amazon.

PDF copies through me.

We’re Number One, Baby

After 2020, I’m determined more than ever to celebrate every win. I am overjoyed to report that yesterday my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite, hit #1 on Amazon’s Canadian Poetry eBooks Chart. We’re number one, baby! Thanks to Rupi Kaur for ceding the throne for a short while!

Grab your copy in print, as a PDF, or for Kindle. The support thus far has been overwhelming and it’s something I will always cherish. Thanks for reading poetry!

Just be Sure

 

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