My newest adventure is underway. It has lead me to take up residency in a new blog,
Like the Feathers of an Arrow (affectionately known as LFA).

...don't open...don't throw away... is not disappearing completely (not yet),
but postings here will be limited.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

0 Batch #5

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)
as before, there is really not much to report on the pom seed front.  i have two that fermented immediately into frothy delights.  the other two are linked together as potential lyrics (be grateful twitter doesn't allow for you input via microphone instead of keyboard). mostly i have been sending out tweetoetry--though i have one rambling to add to the mix.

anyway...while there are very few new additions, some of those from previous batches (today's leftovers) have matured into tasteful little bits.

so here goes...

Pom Seeds Batch #5
  • please help! my love has gone astray; he promised me here he would stay; so hurry I did, straight away; without delay, without delay (erupted into kiss anew)
  • you put me on a shelf and stare at me/ hold me on a pedestal as though I were a queen (I hear this like a song with a biting sound.)
  • I watch the ripples on the surface/ as I sink into nonexistence (erupted into plunge into nonexistence)
  • but you don't listen to a word I say/ nor see the tears that stain my face (continuation of "you put me on a shelf...")

Ramblings (bold = new)
  • pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
  • ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
  • I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
  • ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
  • anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still lingers)
  • forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

  • Information overload
  • I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
  • we were never friends; not really; how could we be; when all we did; was dance around each other (blossomed in never really friends)
  • my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
  • i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
  • "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
  • love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
  • I woke this evening to a dream; and found myself the real me (i tried to expand this one, but i don't think it has fermented as much as it needs to) (finally matured into As Only I Could Dream)
  • I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
  • I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be


#17 (tanka-ish)
~taste of revenge

can you taste
the tart flavor of my words
do they bite
my words strike your twisted soul
intent on paying you back

~shimmering beneath

I caught a glimpse
as her mask slipped
does she hide
such shimmering beauty?

~little girl

she steals my heart
with that devilish smile
backing away
beckoning me
to chase her

#20 (septolet; a 3WW post)
~ripe for the tasting

breezy kisses
her neck

she's ripe
for the picking
like a mellow

~write me a poem~

touch me
soothe me
consume me
I want to taste your words
on my lips
meant just for me

~play me a song~

strum me a beat
hard and fast
a riotous sound
meant to soothe my soul
pluck each chord
on my taunt nerves
unravel me

#23 (septolet)
~whispering taste

your whispering
awakens me

I melt
into the delicious flavor
of your kiss

~dance with me

words dance across my tongue
drawing you in
with the slow seductive curve of my lips
as they sway* to the rhythm of my heart

(*altered original word of dance to avoid excess)

#25 (septolet)
~tear ducts

dry eyes
with unshed tears

revolting tears
stage a coup
raging emotions

~no longer

in a world
I did no ask for
how do I find my way back
back into nonexistence
where I can be free
to at last

#27 (haiku)

shades of white--pink hues
spring buds on long dormant limbs
opening my soul

#28 (haiku)
~raining petals

pink teardrops descend
pooling beneath weeping trees
nourishing new life

#29 (tanka)

I wish that I knew
how to be on the inside
a part of the world
I'm always on the outskirts
a hell of my own making

~on the inside

her beauty faded
--as too often is the case--
when her looks began to shine

~filled to the brim

I write
to save my soul
for where words
might otherwise drown me
I break through the leves
so they may pour free

#32 (inspired by OSP Friday Poetically)
~the sound of touch

absolute utter silence
falls on deaf ears
but as bare toes curl
into loose earth
a midnight serenade
bursts to life

#33 (septolet; inspired by 3WW)
~social jitters

with social phobia
jitters spread

walks a thin line
my soul

~soul to bare

I strip myself bare
waiting for the sweet tender touch
of peace
to awaken me

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