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, August 12, 2011

3 WIth Words

it feels like it has been forever since i last toyed with a new form of poetry. dVerse~Poets Pub FormForAll presented an article by John Alwyine-Mosely on the Ghazal.  this is not the first time i've seen the form (my exploration of Shadow Poetry has brought about quite an array of form poetry, but never had i felt the urge to try a ghazal), but such an in depth description of the form has me feeling the itch to see how badly i can mess up poetic form. hopefully i didn't fail it too badly. so without further ado...

With Words

I get lost so easily in words;
transported by the perfect words.

How profound can one appear to sound,
when they command the spoken word?

When escape is more than I can hope;
I loose myself in written words.

Should I hold my tongue or speak aloud,
unhindered by forbidden words.

Silence maybe just as strong a sound
as fiercely thought-provoking words.

Should I find that all else fails to hold,
I'll always have the strength of words.

I realize that I did not include my name (in some form) within the last couplet. I could rewrite the lines...

"Should I find remembrance fails to hold,
I'll always have my prescoius words."

...but I'm not really sure "remembrance" counts even though it captures the meaning of my name. so what I need to decide is whether it works better as is or with the altered lines. I'll have to think on it.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

7 Across Your Skin

Across Your Skin

I write in short hand
permanent marker
across your skin
A crib sheet
visible only to my touch
tidbits and facts
of you
of us
of me with you

My instincts are off
beckoning me to run
for happiness fades
slipping through my fingers
while darkness stalks
pulling at my core
Pushing you away
makes the most sense
to my irrational brain

I brush my fingers
like reading Braille
across your skin
me with you

My mind gets lost
savoring possibilities
as fears fade
melting away from me
and light blooms
smiling inside of me
Keeping you close
goes against my instincts
So I brand
me with you
across your skin

i thought this time around i might try for something a little less depressing/dark/down.  i think i might have hit the mark.  not really an easy task given my mood of the past few months.  but i think it's good to try to break away from myself once in awhile. 

not really sure about the flow from the first stanza to the second; they seem a bit disjointed, but maybe it's just me.  the recordings a little different this time; i tried for softer (in comparison to the previous recordings), but not really sure i hit the mark on that.  anyway...

this is my contribution for tonight's OpenLinkNight over at dVerse~Poets Pub where a vast offering of talent writers come to share their love of poetry.  (i thought maybe i might break the hundreds this time, but it appears to enter the double digits posting on Tuesday is the only way...maybe next week.)