As my laptop has bit the dust I have to come to the library to post anything. But that’s no excuse for not signing in for so long. Sorry I had to skip out on the meeting before the e-zine and such was discussed.
Here are the three poems I read at the last meeting. There is some more minor editing I’d like to do, but if I waited to post until I did it I’d never get the damn things up.
New Books
I am a greedy, starving waif cramming the bread of words in with both hands.
Too fast to taste, stop now. Breathe.
Feeding the words to the blood and bones and my soul grows.
Well-loved, ragged garments, I trade new words for old.
Slipping them on next to bare skin
Words of silk and wool and cotton, linen words for summer.
I am made fresh in my new robes.
Reading aloud the images surround me.
The sounds caress my face and pluck at my hair.
A new lover, never tiring to attend to my ever-changing whims.
Never minding if I toss him aside to play with the cat.
Always ready, when I return, to pick up where we left off.
Like food and clothes and love…
Like breathing, I need words.
Metamorphosis
Wild-eyed and weak-kneed in wonder
Starlight shines out of my fingertips
And moonlight lives in me.
My self whispers to my soul,
“Arise, grow strong, and meet your fate.
It comes calling for you now,
In growls, in whispers in the air.
It is not safe; it is not kind.
Chaos goes before it and chaos follows after.
And in the eye of the storm there is all you seek.”
What You Said
Sound shadows
Spoken when last you lay here.
I was afraid and cast them away.
They fell behind the bed and waited.
Tonight, crawling from underneath, they escaped.
Absent without leave; found their way back to my head.
The whispered words skitter through my brain,
trailing tracks of dust behind them.
They wrestled my fears to the ground.
You were so clever to leave them uncollected
Knowing they were an incantation.
I’m fond of ellipses. You should know this about me. No doubt there are better schooled grammarians out there cringing. They’ll have to get over it.
There comes a difficulty, having a journal, blog, what have you…specifically for writing…the difficulty of wanting to write things worth reading. Then judging nothing you write worth reading. Then writing nothing. Or more properly…posting nothing.
And I need to get over that.
I’m figuring it out. I’m here because the writers group of which I am a new member has recently created a blog here to keep track of events. And I thought, “Yes, I really need another blog for myself.”
