|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, October 16, 2012
4 Last Call: Fabricated Love
my heart quakes;
only I can feel
course through me.
I search for safety,
the open embrace
of -- the only thing I have
to cling to -- fabricated
I scroll through my memory
one I might resurrect
one I might breathe 'life' back into
but while the list is vast
each has been reworked so many times,
worn down 'til threadbare,
unable to provide the warm embrace
meant to comfort me
meant to protect my heart
inventing -- reinventing
that which eludes me otherwise
that which I've choosen to starve
I reluctantly fabricate
An Aside: I recently decided to take inventory of a collection I have (not) been working on, called Diary of an Anorexic Love Life (not to be confused with an Anorexic's Love Life). I calculated, with those written prior to this blog and those composed here I was up to 17. I read through each and sorted them into (five) categories.
I've been kind of off the past couple of weeks--unable to find the words as easily as I would like. Every thought quickly fizzles. And so I guess with so little inspiration floating around my (unmotivated and overworked) mind, I thought it might be good to try to refocus myself on something. And so here is number 18.
This is my offerings for this week's dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight. If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight.