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.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

0 social-less soul

Many Masks of Me
(image by rmp, that's me)
i lack social graces...or maybe i should say 'a social nature'.  as part of a workshop i took several test meant to evaluate what type of person you are...personality, multiple intelligences, brain dominance...what did i discover?  i'm an introvert (wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out), i'm self-smart and not people smart, and my right brain has staged a rebellion recently and now holds supreme.

where was i...yes, i lack social graces.  i attended a party last night and wanted to go home long before i got there.  aside from hellos and goodbyes, i may have spoken to three adults.  for the most part i kept to the rooms void of adults and the potential need for carrying on a conversation.

did i mention i lack social graces?  okay so truth be told, it is more than lacking social graces.  i have fears and other issues that impede my social self.  which is funny really when most people who know me would say i am quite social.  and they're not wrong, for when cornered like a trapped animal i through out my faux personality like my bearded dragons puff out their darkened beards to make themselves look bigger and scare off predators.

so where am i going with this anyway?  well, i have now been a member of twitter for almost two months.  and in case you are unaware, twitter is a social type network.  that of course was not why i joined.  far from it in fact.  i was looking for a quick (and shorter) medium to explore my newest blogs newest category, pom seeds.  it took me all of seven days to utilize it to construct short (tweetable) poems.  four days ago i expanded even further to include some ramblings (yet another blog category).

in the between time, i've picked up five followers!  (yes, that is an exclamation point, because i still find it odd that people would actually choose to follow the odd ramblings and thoughts that find there way out of my head and into cyberspace.  one would think having blog followers would have desensitized me by now, but alas it has not. and on a side note, while i may find it unfathomable, i do greatly appreciate your visits and words of encouragement.)  where was i...ah, yes...i have followers!  still my anxiety at hitting that little follow button has control of my clicking finger.  so i use subterfuge (not sure that's the right word, but i like the sound of it) to follow them; i created a list and added them to the list, plus a few others i've come across who use twitter to express their poetic nature.

where am i going with all this?  i feel like i had a point at the start, but have lost it along the way.  hmmm...i suppose the whole point was i was thinking about being social via twitter, which is a foreign concept on two levels.  one i'm new to the whole twitter thing; two i'm not very apt at the social thing.  my other problem is that (did i mention i have issues) i have a very strong focus on the manner in which i want (or should say need...really sucks having issues) to use my twitter account.  so i thought maybe for the sake of being social i'd get myself a second account that would not clutter up my pom seeds, tweetoetry and ramblings with social conversations.  (does saying clutter sound like a bad thing?  it is not intended to, not at all.)  this definitely sounds like a viable solution.  but did i mention, i lack a social soul?

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

8 The Fourteenth of March (3.14)

I thought to tell a haunting tale
of werewolves gone awry
but every time I tried to write
I saw them eating pie

I turned my sights on blood stained teeth
with dainty necks in mind
but when those juicy thoughts came forth
they were of cherry pie

I cannot help but wonder why
pie does so tantalize
with mouthwatering tasty thoughts
that dance before my eyes

These thoughts seem so irrational
and then it came to me
irrational there is no doubt
for Pi Day it must be!

i admit the first thing that came to mind were vampires...but i'd seen and heard a lot about them recently, so i thought to steer clear.  then i thought about writing why i was staying clear of them...then somehow, pie came to mind...maybe it is because Pi Day is around the corner...maybe because i'm in the mood for some nice chocolate cream pie or maybe some apple...hmm...or blueberry...   anyway, i hope you enjoy my tasty little ballad, inspired by Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>dainty, haunting, tantalize]. 

side note for those who do not know, pi (often represented by 3.14 or 27/3) is actually an irrational number whose decimal technically goes on forever and ever and ever without repeating.


i'm tired...

not physically (though i am that as well), but emotionally...

i can't handle this obsession that is starting to set in...these hopes and this anticipation that is met more often than not with disappointment.  i wrote for my own pleasure...only caring about there is this whole new world out there that once again throws me into a world of judgment...

part of me wants to just make this blog disappear into the it is no more...  to once again pickup paper and pencil where the only eyes i need worry about are my own...

it is so hard to ignore the irrational part of my brain...yet still i do.  i still wonder what i'd be like if the left hemisphere of my brain were not so balanced with the right.  i've talked before about my warring hemispheres (i like that, 'warring hemispheres'...i think there might be a poem in there) and my theory that my left-brain grew as a defense mechanism.  but still...this battle is tiring...

and as much as i want to give in...let go...crawl away and disappear myself in the ether...i will continue...

maybe one day i'll find peace...

Monday, March 7, 2011

1 perfectly imperfect

Is there perfection
in every flower that blooms
opening with love?
You are my precious flower,
so perfectly imperfect.

in January of this year, i received an invitation to participate in Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck, which is held on Mondays.  interestingly enough, it was shortly after i came across them in another's (who i can no longer remember) blog.  i jumped in feet first on 1/11/11 with 'winds of change'.  within the same week, i found myself also partaking in Thursday Poets Rally (week 37).  since, i have participated in seven potlucks and rally week 38. 

what i have found most enjoyable, beyond the added inspiration, is reading other poets' works.  i have seen some wonderful talent that has truly spoken to me and love the opportunity to see their take on the same theme.  i have also found that joining these two events has helped me to fulfill a new year's rule and brave the stress induces task of writing and leaving comments (something i have expressed in the past as being excruciatingly hard for me). 

so i'd like to take this opportunity to thank Jingle for inviting me to participate as well as those wonderful writers out there who bravely share their works, thoughts and ideas. 

now comes the next to impossible part...nominating one individual for the You are a Perfect Poet Award...did i mention i'm horrible at making decisions...hmmm...

3 piercing words

she wields her words with subtle grace
a sword that strikes straight through the heart
she speaks a truth you fear to face
she wields her words with subtle grace
her ink stains you cannot erase
with love and rage your torn apart
she wields her words with subtle grace
a sword that strikes straight through the heart

today, inspired by One Stop Poetry's Form Monday, i once again attempted a triolet.  it took awhile for me to find the right thought, especially when i'm not particularly fond of having to count syllables (which i'm sure i have mentioned multiple times in the past)...and then of course there's making sure the stress lands appropriately with multi-syllable words and on non-insignificant words (like 'sword' instead of 'that')...  non-insignificant is a double negative...i suppose significant would have suffices...

Sunday, March 6, 2011

5 Quinzaine: Role Models

The future depends on us.
Will we be worthy
role models?

They're eyes see all that we do.
Can we be better?
Should we care?

They idolize who you are.
Should you be careful
how you act?

They look up to you with awe.
Do you deserve it?
Are you true?

these four quinzaines were written in response to Jingle Poetry's Poetry Potluck [Idols, Role Models, and Mentors].  was a tad trickier fitting this theme with this form, but technically i find anything with syllable restrictions to be a bit of a challenge.  

9 waiting eternally

he hovers patiently--sword at the ready
off stage--waiting for his cue

it never comes

the lines are all wrong--no laughter echoes
in the aisles
the costumes are strange--bright brilliant colors lacking
on the racks--and his cue

it never comes

the backdrop doesn't fit--seascapes should coat
the curtains
the scenery changes--night in and night out
on stage--and his cue

in never comes

he hovers patiently--whispering his lines
in his head--waiting for his cue

tonight's the night

deep in his bones he can tell--though
the faces are different
the costumes seem a tad unfamiliar
the backdrop feels a bit off
but the lines
they definitely are a perfect fit

tonight's the night

he hovers patiently--his sword at the ready
off stage--waiting for his cue

tonight's the night

he takes two steps--his sword at the ready
impatience finally having set in--his feet fall out
beneath him--crashing into memories
pools of red--curtains fall like blood dripping
from him--he whispers his lines
into the air--they fade like his last breath
waiting for his cue

it never comes

he hovers patiently--sword at the ready
off stage--waiting for his cue

"The Show Must Go On"
(Photo by Jacob Lucas)
i felt compelled upon viewing this week's One Stop Poetry's One Shoot Sunday [interview with Jacob Lucas] to zoom in on the trees on the backdrop.  while zoomed in, i thought to take look around.  i made my way across the top and down the right side--that's when he jumped out at me--for but a split second he stood there sword in hand--he faded quickly back into the wall, but remnants of him lingered in the corrosion staining the wall.  so i chose to write his endless wait...