Thursday, October 27, 2011
The End; a Beginning
Based on a prompt over at dversepoets.com, I am attempting a poem using conflation. A version of this poem was written when I was going through panic disorder and was finally fed up with being terrified all the time. I recently found someone's "cheat" notes, written on small pieces of paper, outside of a local school and decided to combine the two ideas. I'm not sure if it works, but I'm submitting it for this challenge.
The End; a Beginning
Plot: series of events
that make a story.
Watch the knife,
split the flesh.
Foreshadowing: clues to
what will happen later.
Crack the bone,
pierce the heart.
Internal conflict: between
protagonist and her feelings.
Shed the blood
like waves of scarlet demons,
causing my heart to pound
hard against it's cage,
hard-wiring my terror.
Climax: the most exciting part.
If I am so afraid to die,
die now-
at your own hand.
Resolution: the ending;
show how conflict is resolved.
Release the demons,
expire the breath,
still the heart,
end the torment.
Plot: series of events
that make a story.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Standing by Your Grave in April
Standing by Your Grave in April
Black earth, white snow,
whispers come, echoes grow.
Specters veil their eyes, portend-
blood red rose,
the winter's end.
Word of the Day: portend. (verb) be an omen or warning of.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
I am Only Free
I am Only Free
Emotions blown
by the tumultuous wind,
pushing me in all directions.
I am only free
if I truly believe I am.
Word of the Day: tumultuous. (adjective) 1. full of tumult or riotousness; marked by disturbance and uproar. 2. raising a clatter and commotion; disorderly or noisy.
Saturday, October 15, 2011
An Offering
Over at dversepoets.com, the prompt is "taboo" subjects in poetry. It took me a few years after rediscovering my love of writing poetry, but I started to tap into more deep and personal themes. Here, I am sharing two of them:
An Offering
I come to you, an offering of flesh.
Climb the landscape of my body,
unfold me layer by layer,
open the petals of the rose,
to reveal its desirable fruit.
Take me completely,
rip open the raw desire
vibrating on the surface of my skin,
the swell of my breast in your hand.
Midnight Desire
I want to run naked in the moonlight,
night wind caressing my raw skin
like a crazed lover.
I want to feel the mossy earth
between my toes,
let the darkness find and open
all my secret places.
Violate them-
turn me inside out,
leave no place to hide my longing,
I want to be pure animal,
a visceral, snarling beast.
Friday, October 14, 2011
My Gift to You
This poem is not a direct imitation of a specific Rumi poem, but highly influenced by
his search for the Beloved. Rumi is one of my favorites. This post is inspired by a prompt at http://dversepoets.com/
My Gift to You
I have died to myself, so I may live.
You are the purest love,
a gift so selfless and generous,
I am washed in your light.
Together we can live our days in poetry,
our nights in passion.
I have died to you, so that I may know
the warmth of your touch.
I long to live in the depths of your eyes,
break my heart wide open,
shine light into all the darkened corners.
My gift to you is my love, pure and simple,
it is surrender.
My gift to you is my heart,
poured out into words,
breathed into poems,
the purest source of divine love.
This poem is dedicated to my soul mate. I am grateful for whatever forces brought us together in that one moment, so we could recognize each other across eternity. I look forward to many more years together(forty, at least) and anticipate lots of love and joy along the way.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Welcome Autumn
In honor of the first truly Autumn-feeling day in the Arizona desert, I thought I'd share an Autumn poem and one of my watercolor sketches. Enjoy!
Welcome Autumn
Welcome Autumn,
fiery bright,
shadows find new
slant of light.
Cooling nights,
shortened days,
dance of leaves,
Winter betrays.
Soon enough
the snows will come,
dulling leaves
to be entombed,
beneath Winter's white,
crisp chill of night.
Welcome Autumn,
fiery bright.
word of the Day: bluster. (verb) to roar and be tumultuous, as wind.
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