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.

Friday, July 13, 2012

1 Can I Have This Dance?: Postcard, Unnecessary

Song Title:  Vanilla Twilight
Artist:  Owl City
Album:  Ocean Eyes
Genre:  Electronic

Notes:  This song was one of my potential choices for last week's first installment of CIHTD?.  There were two parts in the song that really strung a note (no pun intended) with me:  "because it takes two to whisper quietly" and "cause the spaces between my fingers / are right where yours fit perfectly."  I've listed to the song a couple of time since then.  The song gained some additional interest when I picked up on what I thought was "I send a postcard to you," but was actually "I'd send a postcard to you."  I don't know the truth behind why the postcard could not be sent--there are varied stories--I opt for the more positive one and thus write from the females point of view.

Postcard, Unnecessary
Memories haunt the spaces between
her fingers--so strong
the phantom presences, her fingers
curl inward; her eyes close
lost in the perfect fit
spanning the distance of space
and time.
Whispers echo in the silence
surrounding her--so intoxicating
the lingering essence, her thoughts
answer unwittingly; her eyes close
adrift in words once spoken
reaching beyond the scope of logic
and reason.
Loneliness skirts the edge of
her mind--so intense
the heartsick spirit, her mind
wraps her in the warmth
of long ago arms; her eyes close
clinging to the memories
and whispers.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

3 Last Call: Longing for Someone

Longing for Someone

she weeps 
silent tears
in hollow fears
clinging to the hope
that someone hears

weep with me until every last tear is
wrung from your dehydrated body

she walks
lonely streets
with groundless deceits
praying for someone
to know her foot beats

walk with me until the soles of your
shoes are stripped raw to the bone

she wails 
anguished refrains
in hardened pains
wishing that someone
might pick up her chains

wail with me until your lungs can no
longer bear the fire searing their walls

she waits
for peace

if you could just weep with me
(to) wipe away her tears

if you could just walk with me
(to) sync with her foot beats

if you could just wail with me
(to) release her chains

you might just set me free

In search of inspiration, I have turned once again to a pom seed (x3).  This is the second collection of three pom seeds turned poem.  And interestingly enough, they both have the same dual voice thingy going on.  Also, the first (When They Come) included a recording with a little audio toying.  This one I took a step further to include overlap in the stanzas....what fun!

Pom Seeds:  With Me

This is my offerings for the dVerse Poets Pub OpenLinkNight.  If you get a chance, check out all of the talented poets who have stepped up into the spotlight. 

Sunday, July 8, 2012

0 Time Capsule: Young

Title:  Young
Date:  02/03/92
Setting:  Sophomore year of high school
Form:  Free Verse

Young so young;
to face death,
he must be brave.
to fight hard,
he must be strong.
to face war,
he must be sacrificed.
to die hard,
we must be proud.
for young so young,
he gave his life.
Note:  If recollection serves me, this was inspired after watching a video in history class.  I can't tell you what war it depicted--never really paid much attention in history.  Sorry to those history buffs out there.

This is my first piece of writing where I did a revision from the original content.  This may not seem like a big deal considering this was so early in my writing, but I'm not really one for doing revisions--at least not major ones.  I tend to spend so much time laboring over what I write that often I just can't bring myself to make changes.  I can probably count the number of poems I've done rewrites on with just my typing fingers.  

The original poem had an additional three lines.  

Artifact I:  Original version of the poem.