Falling Apart i've dabbled in falling apart, refined it to quite an art: i'm a clay sculpture crumbling ear-nose-finger plink and fling like pebbles from under car tires. i'm a water-color painting showered by museum ceiling sprinklers eyelashes-lips-bellybutton go melting to the marbled floor. i'm an origami paper swan with edges not creased quite tight knees-knuckles-elbows unfold. i'm the paintbrush soaking in turpentine eyes-skin-hair bleed their dyes. i gather all my scattered parts and make a collage i put it on display, held up to frame sun rays like stained glass windows...
Recluse i'm a clock tower captive chasing the second hand in circles, a chicken with no head chasing Death around the barnyard, a dog that follows its tail, marathoner on a treadmill, i go and go and go nowhere but this train's a push-me not a pull-me all the cars out front block the view. somewhere in my going nowhere dawn laps the minute hand, speckles the pearly clock-face like sun patterns on the bottom of the pool, and warms me where i sleep nestled in the grinding gears... ----- Knock Out you're brass knuckles swinging like double-dutch ropes, i duck-jump-duck-jump and shrink from you, i'm the flower that un-blooms. (i will not bleed for you) i add another cinderblock to my fortress wall your voice from the other side is peppermint mouth drops in my eye. my stomach kneads this cement scream before it floods the air pockets in my lungs you forget i'm the epicenter when i exhale this scream will grind fault lines and knock you to the tile floor. will you remember me when i'm crushed by the sound and the cinderblocks tumbling down? (i will not bleed for you) ----- (void) enisled by static and snowflakes you remind me of doors closing, your eyes are selfish as black holes. -----
like everyone else i really enjoyed reading your work!! - especially liked the first set you posted - and the very first one in particular. i have to agree with you about the interesting things you can do with recurring images/lines keep writing!!
thanks guys, i apreciate your comments... sylvan...i stole your word and made it my title...i decided it fit (thank you)...glad you liked... cherry...thanks for stopping by...come back sumtime...
thanks appleseed...i'm glad you liked it, i wrote it after a conversation i had with my mom, she has a hard time grasping the concept of the creative voice
Skyfire, I enjoy almost all of your poems. Of the latest additions, I found resonance in 'Falling Apart'. Maybe that's because I seem to be such an emotional wreck at the moment, or maybe it's because it was beautiful. All of the images you used, worked for me. I really liked the watercolour melting under a museum's sprinklers. But I love how you ended it on, what I thought was, a positive note. We are all stained glass windows, fragments of emotions and reactions to life's challenges, but when looked upon as a whole, inevitably beautiful. Thank you for inspiring in me a new way of looking at all of my imperfections. Peace.
Red...thanks for coming back again, your comments are always appreciated. i'm glad you liked "falling apart," it was the most personal, and the one i struggled the most with...it didnt end positively at first, i just ended up scattered...it took me a while to realize that i could pick up the pieces...
Even the pieces flow, like streams, into your river of sensual imagery. I love the way you express yourself; thank you for continuing to share. Hope your having an inspiring New Year.
your writing is beautiful, and quite unique. alcatraz is by far one of my favorite poems on the forums
thanks sylvan...what a nice comment! happy new year 2 u 2 btw... hawkins...thanks for taking the time to read through my stuff...i always enjoy new readers, visit again sometime! ------- (ever take a break from your stuff, then go back and read it and think: this sucks...?) -------
Chicago's Baby Girl (for Niecey...)* she took the pills to find the music in her ears walked to the edge of the world and stepped off a falling star brief and homeless she prayed for tears to cry she felt her tears were due silently singing an invisibility song she tried to paint to uncage the colors in her eyes but the rain was insistent left nothing but soiled paints and empty canvas she prayed for the tears to stop she felt her heart quit beating softly humming her invisibility song... *RIP D.A. 1/18/2007
Waiting For You the phone doesnt ring. the candle's wax drowns its own wick. in their vase flowers undress tired of holding their petals. static crackles between the empty sheets on your side. sleep settles soundless as snow on the windowsill, and the phone does not ring...
Zenith like mother earth my core burns and there's magma in my veins and we entwine like earth and sky and you flow around my curves like rivers and the earth implodes and takes the stars from your eyes and when i open mine the sky is still up where i left it and its still holding the moon but i know i felt the earth turn... ----- Despair #1 (this silence is so loud thunderous and booming and i long for some noise to quiet this silence down) Despair #2 my lungs want out of their cage and my heart shrivels in its cubby hole deflating from the pressure of my ribs like a clam pressing a pearl...
Jesus Christ, Zenith is great. Absolutely superb. It still amazes me how sometimes people can find new ways of exploring themes so often previously covered. Wonderful. I think it's my favourite poem of yours. I also like 'Waiting for you'. It's simple, yet thouroughly effective. More, please?
haha, wow...thank you!!! that's awesome, i'm glad you liked it! i dont usually write on subjects like love and lust for the simple and obvious reason that it tends to become cliche, but this time it needed to be put into words...
