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 15, 2011

0 the right mirror

i saw my reflection in your eyes
and i did not recognize me
so long i have search to find
the woman i see there
strong and beautiful
how easily
you seem to
have found

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

8 Wise Old Trusted Friend

i walk with indecision, an old trusted comrade. 
he frowns at me constantly with his lopsided grin,
taunting me with options and choices i have to make.
his incessant back talking has yet to drive me mad.

i often find myself lost in a downward tailspin
uncertain of what fate holds for me at every turn,
while his lopsided frown mocks me with that twisted grin.

his taunting of options and choices i have to make
provide me with an opportunity to discern
the power of my decisions and what is at stake

his incessant back talk will certainly drive me mad,
but when i find myself in a downward tailspin,
i must find the power to decide what is at stake
for i walk with indecision, a wise old comrade.

i have no idea what exactly the above poem holds within its lines.  i just know that upon seeing this week's Three Word Wednesday [3WW=>indecision, option(s), fate], the phrase "i walk with indecision" popped into my head.  after writing the first three lines, i thought it might be fun to try my hand once again at my not-a-form form (affectionately known now as NAFF).  this time, however, i went with thirteen syllables (no specific meter) instead of ten.  previous NAFFs include:  Indefinitely Delayed, The Music Man, and devil's laugh.  (the latter having a more detailed explanation of the NAFF's structure.)

this construction is also being linked up with this week's OSP One Shot Wednesday.

Monday, July 11, 2011

7 Hopeless

your words still run rampant in my head
ricocheting like hot bullets
striking each vital organ
burning holes deep within
bleeding me bone dry
rendering me

Upon reading One Stop Poetry's Form Monday introduction to the nonet, i decided to have a go at it. figuring it very similar to the etheree which i've already experimented with, i thought it wouldn't be too bad of a write.  and while it wasn't, the counting down of the nonet as opposed to the counting up of the (traditional) etheree was a bit more of a challenge i think.  in the end, i think it came out halfway decent.