All that red hurt my eyes this morning. Had to change it.
Well...I've been dealing with insurance crap lately, and finding a GP doc to see here. Blech...icky stuff.
Ok...this is a new poem I've been working on. It's funny...I used to just rip 'em off, but I find I write fewer poems these days, and spend more time on the ones I'm writing...refining...selecting words...blah blah. This one is a work in progress...unfinished as of yet. I'm what's known as a "Confessional Poet"...i.e. one who writes from personal experience. Sometimes? I'm unsure where the words come from...a subconscious need to express what's inside? Sometimes, it's 'old stuff'...long ago things that have resurfaced. I've been working a new 4th step, and this is what came from that...looking at old stuff.
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Thursday, 10/30/2008, 1:59pm
Time drifts
Shifting sideways
Out of the glare
and dare
Of a light
that blinds
And binds
Unbound madness
Seeping
Weeping
Creeping
Upon fragile egos
left untended
to fry
and die
and cry
Not sleeping
Soundly
But dead
upon the pyre
turned ashen
grey
and drifting
sifting
lifting
through the particles
of energy
and mass
Alas
Pass
by the corpse
as it lay upon
the stone slab
One
Two
Three
Was that me?
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As I said, a work in progress. Some I want to refine with further work, others...I don't. Not sure if I'll do more to this one, or not...it's just part of the writing process of things that come up as I do my yearly 4th.
There's a coffeehouse here that does poetry readings, and poetry 'slams'. I may go to some of them...maybe read some of my poetry. Dunno...never felt a need to share them much with others, as it's such a personal internal process for me. I do enjoy hearing others' writing though, so may go just for that.
Love ya Babes.
Yer Motha...
Well...I've been dealing with insurance crap lately, and finding a GP doc to see here. Blech...icky stuff.
Ok...this is a new poem I've been working on. It's funny...I used to just rip 'em off, but I find I write fewer poems these days, and spend more time on the ones I'm writing...refining...selecting words...blah blah. This one is a work in progress...unfinished as of yet. I'm what's known as a "Confessional Poet"...i.e. one who writes from personal experience. Sometimes? I'm unsure where the words come from...a subconscious need to express what's inside? Sometimes, it's 'old stuff'...long ago things that have resurfaced. I've been working a new 4th step, and this is what came from that...looking at old stuff.
*****************************************************
Thursday, 10/30/2008, 1:59pm
Time drifts
Shifting sideways
Out of the glare
and dare
Of a light
that blinds
And binds
Unbound madness
Seeping
Weeping
Creeping
Upon fragile egos
left untended
to fry
and die
and cry
Not sleeping
Soundly
But dead
upon the pyre
turned ashen
grey
and drifting
sifting
lifting
through the particles
of energy
and mass
Alas
Pass
by the corpse
as it lay upon
the stone slab
One
Two
Three
Was that me?
************************************************************
As I said, a work in progress. Some I want to refine with further work, others...I don't. Not sure if I'll do more to this one, or not...it's just part of the writing process of things that come up as I do my yearly 4th.
There's a coffeehouse here that does poetry readings, and poetry 'slams'. I may go to some of them...maybe read some of my poetry. Dunno...never felt a need to share them much with others, as it's such a personal internal process for me. I do enjoy hearing others' writing though, so may go just for that.
Love ya Babes.
Yer Motha...
2 comments:
A 4th step? Perhaps you could enlighten me with what you mean by that. I enjoyed the poem, I always do. I love that you do not follow the norm with the form or rhyming of a poem. I have always felt as if sharing my writing with anyone was the equivalent of standing naked in front of them. Subjected to the stark reality of knowing all they are reading is coming directly from my head, from my heart, from me! Knowing that I am in essence sharing myself with them and allowing them the power to destroy my self-image.
Alone, cold, and unprotected
Ashamed at what you could be thinking
My thoughts have lost all meaning
Meekly asking, what could you possibly be thinking?
A smirk shyly slipped and faded
As my ego went out the door
The selfish nature of this seductive ritual
Has brought me here with this offering of words
And here I sit still wondering, what could you possibly be thinking?
Love you mom!
P.S.
I explained what perceptionism is to me if you want to check it out. Although, that is probably a better conversation to have in person as it delves into so many facets of life.
Ohhhhhh....I love that piece you ended with, T. Very nicely done, darlin'. Yeah...let's see...I don't follow a structure...there's a name for that style of writing, but damned if I can remember it right now. Free style? Somehow, that doesn't seem right. Anyway...I just write. You're right though, it is a matter of leaving one's self naked in the eye of the reader. When people write as we do...confessionally...it IS from our insides. Scary to let that out to someone else at times. Indeed...what will they think?
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