Jennifer Pickering

Category: Poetry

  • Echo. (W.I.P.)

    The man said “hello” to his echo but his echo never replied. The man cried out loud with no echo, for something inside him had died. He adjusted his tie in the mirror, but before him no reflection was there. He straightened his tie in the mirror, and combed his invisible hair. He breathed on…

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  • What is my purpose?

    I ask as I set my alarm for another day of not knowing Of to-ing and fro-ing Between what makes me money And what makes me joy. For a pay cheque that pays neither. What is my purpose? I ask in the night As I wait for the darkness to turn into light. Hoping that…

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  • Not for us.

    Writing Prompt: Aliens arrive but do not attack. Instead, they say they’ll choose 100 humans to try and convince them they shouldn’t destroy earth. You are up next, number 100, with nobody else in front of you accomplishing the goal. Save earth. “Well,” I stumbled, trying to work out what was worth saving, “well, I think,”…

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  • Tick tick tick tick tick ti…

    Ever had a poem or story at the tip of your tongue (or fingers at least) and you just can’t write it? Welcome to me right now. I have to full idea for a long piece and I know where I want it to begin and end and most of the in between but for…

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  • Invulnerable.

    Invulnerable. Invincible. At least in principle. This act, almost convincible, but it’s not them I’m convincing, when I’m already bleeding, not them I’m deceiving into believing that I’m not already grieving my chest is not heaving, this self-deception, self-deprecation, is a simple reflection of my own condemnation. Their words cannot hurt, their actions are pointless…

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  • Breathe.

    This is a sort of self created writing prompt. The first part is a tweet a composed earlier (aka 280 character limit) and then I just allowed 30 minutes to free write (little to no editing) the rest! It went a way I didn’t expect… I forgot how to breathe, my inhales & exhales became…

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  • Falling.

    Of all the things that could fall, I never thought it would be me. Falling isn’t all bad, People fall in love, Leaves fall in the autumn, the sun falls from the sky to create beautiful sunsets and long drawn out nights. So is this falling ok? I ask myself as I sink lower and…

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  • You are not…

    You are not the person you once were. That doesn’t mean you now are not better than before. You are not the marks that cover your skin, be they spots, or scars, or the in between. You are not the thoughts you try to make escape your head, though they’ll try to tell you otherwise…

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  • Lonely Traveller

    Who are you, lonely traveller? What secrets do you hold that I do not know? Where is your destination? Unknown? I’ll paint your picture as you watch the horizon. A vision of intrigue, not law-abiding. Do you traverse the pavements of the night? Find solace in dark corners? You, the absent wanderer. The aged empty…

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  • Somethings and Something-Mores

    The raindrops raced down the window, The flickering candle danced against the wall. The sun made the odd appearance through the curtain, and I did nothing at all.  -J Pickering (A piece from my closed blog!) Sometimes in life you need a lazy day or weekend or week and that is ok. I think that…

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