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, March 15, 2013

5 CIHTD?: Traffic Light ("It's over!")

Title:  Red Light
Artist:  David Nail
Album:  I'm About to Come Alive
Genre:  Country

Notes:  I mentioned in my last post I wanted to write about traffic lights....  So I went out and found a song that had a traffic light in it to lend inspiration for this week's CIHTD?.

A Form Aside:  Over at dVerse Poets Pub they have introduced a short little number called the cinquain.  I thought I'd give it a whirl.  I'm not the only one...so if you get a chance, check out some of the talents that chose to walk through the pub doors for this event.

Traffic Light ("It's Over")
stopped dead
blood drains with words
no liesno fightjust words
crashing down. light turns green; still I
can't move.


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

14 Last Call: Crumbling Within

Crumbling Within

Just the thought of a hug
stirs an emotional rock slide
threatening to unravel
the carefully woven shield
surrounding the loss
yet to be dealt with.

It's a mistake
keeping it buried within
but the only remedy
that ever worked to clear
away the looming boulders
was the feel of your arms
wrapped around me.



I was hoping to try to escape myself for a little bit, try to find something outside of me to write about...something random like traffic lights.  But this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>careful(ly), hug, mistake] seemed to have something else in mind.  Odd though, because I look at the words (even read them aloud several dozen times) and I do feel disconnected.  Maybe that is more about the emotions rolling around than the actual poem, but at the moment I'll be truthful and say I don't much care for this piece...maybe time will change that...



I've decided to double up this week and so ...

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.

Monday, March 11, 2013

4 Silent Suffering





Silent Suffering

Do mimes ever escape the box they've made?
The invisible wall built around me
closes in with every passing moment
I wait for it to collapse -- folding in
on me 'til it becomes skin I can shed.

I wait for someone's touch to set me free,
but how can they possibly get so near
with this invisible wall around me.

I try to hold on as paralyzing fear
closes in with every passing moment
my heart races, my breath catches.  It's clear

I wait for it all to just collapse in -- 
torn between the idea I'll disappear
and the chance I might awaken within.

I scratch at skin that refuses to shed
waiting for the touch that will set me free
but hope dwindles with each passing moment
that the real me might awaken within.
Do mimes ever escape the box they've made?

Sunday, March 10, 2013

1 Time Capsule: To Know Love

Title:  To Know Love
Date:  unknown (though if I dig a bit, I can probably come up with an estimate)
Setting:  Life after college--during second post-college job
Form:  Free form

Notes:  Over the past years, starting back in 2002, I have written three poems for friends and/or family as they were on the verge of getting married.  I have posted the first two (A Wedding Song--a poem for two voices and In the Eyes of a Friend) already here.  This was the third poem, written for my best friend--the one in my last post that brighten my day with images and videos of her two little ones.  Anyway, without further ado...