Posts Tagged ‘Prose’

My Sun

Thursday, September 15th, 2011

My name dances pulsing cadence in your words wake me from an inescapable nightmare and I swallow the whole universe with my morning stretch. You shine down on me beams of light brighter than Helios, and seer away the chill of night. I pull your rays around me unwilling to abandon this bed of warmth.

You, my sun.

Hours shift you anxious urging me ablaze into my day. Reluctant I lumber down the hall beckoning you like moths. Story the whole of everything grooved permanent in my hands, read me like a favorite book again and again. And watch spellbound my departure culling your return.

Open wide the window and summon sweet the chickadee’s song drift us intoxicated. Swoop in the crow to eat you whole and darkness rains upon me once again. The night terrorizes me silent frozen statue I will not move forgotten. Petrified dreams bronzed curls rise above my head spiraling crown and mimic you.

You, my sun.

April is Poetry Month

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

Since I love poetry so very much, I think I will share some of my favorite poets and some poetry/prose I’ve written. I will try to share some every couple of days. Remind me if I don’t!

To start I will share with you Sylvia Plath.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

And one of my own…

Short

I will love you from
The distance that has always been,
Wipe dry my tears of lonely,
Tuck my need in a sunken chest
Of sweet memories,
And let you go.

Writing for writing’s sake…

Friday, December 3rd, 2010

, originally uploaded by Gabriela-Torres.

It seems in the inertia of my life I have lost time for writing for writing’s sake… to just write because it helps free my mind of the flurry of words within threatening to bury me in an emotional avalanche. I miss spilling my thoughts onto paper, inking them permanent or stamping the pain from memories with every stroke of the keyboard. I miss the inherent reach for any number of journals waiting dutifully within arm’s length. I miss my silent papered friend forgoing judgment, bypassing all niceties for the nitty-gritty of reality.

I think I’d like to return my hand to paper, to journal, to write, to conjure all that is swirling inside to flow through a pen into something trivial, a little less chaotic.

Take me somewhere I can breathe

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010
Take me somewhere I can breathe, originally uploaded by G!L.
I want not to feel trapped,
glued within a story I do not belong…
not one more day.
I want not to feel anchored pathetic
to someone else’s shore,
buoyed in its misery.
I want not to forget…
the contoured belly of hope,
to lay idle blurring into obscurity.
I want not to inhale…
the fetid decay of who I once was,
exhaling despair in every direction.
I want not to pick the carcass of love…
for anything worth keeping…
watching wishbones brittle,
waiting to get the bigger piece,
anything—anything,
to be set free.
Take me somewhere I can breathe,
And I will sing you the sweetest song,
slightly off-key.
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Wave Goodbye by Sophie Madeleine

Reflections muddled

Monday, September 13th, 2010

Autumn Art in a Puddle, originally uploaded by Batikart.

I feel thick the tears swelling my troubles
to the most incredible proportions.
And I am parched for self-love.
Teetering on the edge of apathy and overwhelm.
I am anything but balanced.
I want not to dwell on the dissected parts of me.

Oh please!
Sketch me the tiniest wings of hope,
and I will take flight in a positive direction.
I will pack my displaced courage,
Leave behind the sentimental suits
Of guilt and disregard.
Stuff fat my pockets with every memory,
And I will be on my way.

Beautiful silence

Monday, August 9th, 2010

beautiful silence, originally uploaded by CrazyFast.

“Silence is as deep as eternity; speech shallow as time”
-Thomas Carlyle

Sometimes silence is like a warm breeze, enveloping you in its tendrils, sheltering you from the harsh weather waiting, aching to consume you. Sometimes silence is like a raging ocean pushing you under its shiny blue into the vast darkness, forcing you down to its unending depths while you try in vain to hold your breath and watch the surface, the sky…your entire world disappear into darkness. And you die a thousand watery silent deaths for no one can hear your muted, drowned out cries for help. And sometimes silence teases the air from your ear, leaving in its absence a strange pulling sensation that makes you doubt everything you ever known.

And sometimes silence is a traffic jam of words, so many words, rushing to and fro, all at their leisure… in preparation of something grand guesture, preparation for whats to come, some overwhelming emotion or thought… stuck firm upon your palate just so… and in the delightful confusion the brain does not, will not supercede in the chain of command, by taking control. And the words they dance stupid upon your tongue until you fall fast asleep, weary from anticipation, and each word you swallow like silent snores never to escape upon your baited breath. Never to reach their destination.

(written by me this weekend)

Imagine yourself free…

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

(Photo Source: http://www.flickr.com/photos/lackingfocus/2307255693/)

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact.
. . .
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to aery nothing
A local habitation and a name.

This is the beauty of Shakespeare, he was capable of deep human analysis. He could put into words, into prose the intricacies of life, of emotion, of being human. He wrote beautiful prose capturing the complexities…this is all but lost in today’s culture of saying nothing all day long, in the age of Twitter and text messages.

Imagination is still necessary. It can help you out of any situation, it brings you to life. Imagination will make you love harder, think more, it will drive you completely crazy but it can bring you back to the edge of sanity just as fast. Imagination is inspirational, motivational, necessary.

I am both haunted and delivered by my monumental imagination. It is only when I ignore it or deny it that I begin to drown in apathy, that I lose my solid stance, that my dreams begin to wither and die. I have fallen in love through my imagination and I have gone completely mad dancing in its depth. And I have written soul-shaking poetry all serenaded by my imagination… it revives me from the doldrums of the every day and reminds me there is beauty and good everywhere…but keeps me on my toes for all that is not.