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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Talk about a fit of inspiration! I remember reading somewhere that poets are the magpies of words -- they jump around, pick phrases they hear in conversation out of the sand, and use it for themselves. For me, many a poem is born of having a cool title, and just letting the words go where they want to. Here's one of those: -the news was broken- Shhhh, the sirens are too rough sounding On such a bucolic night of broken glass. See the housewife stepping outside, feet cut, In slippers staining fuzzy red; See the husband inside throwing silhouette things -- No longer silhouettes but sailing fragments Crashing to the lawn. A chair. A vase. A picture frame. She, hair undone, eyes unmade, face unknown, Runs to the modern day savior Of black and white metal, revolving lights, Shouts her pleas and moves her ring up and down, Up and down. It doesn't come off, And inside possessions pile on the lawn. Two rough and gruff men uniformly Walk past the splinters of wood and glass. A goldfish is swimming on its side in a puddle. Under the lights, it almost looks tragic. He, eyes streaming, hair fallen, mouth screaming, Continues latching his hands on things And letting them violently outside. One is Just a pillow. The next is just a piano bench, Flurry of sheet music swarming out the open mouth. The following is simply a piece of china, Then an ebony bust of some Greek goddess, Landing on her nose, rolling on her side, Into the pile of previous projectiles. As the man pulls a knife from the kitchen drawer, Shining between him and the other men, No sound, no breath (only cloth, leather, gun oil). Then His breath pours out with automatic tears. He falls to his knees, one largely gone. Knife lost grip, sliding across away As he slides down And thinks only of the news his wife broke to him Only twenty-three days from their last anniversary. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is a very well written, powerful piece of writing. Very intense. Well done! Denise |
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PhaerieChild Senior Member
since 1999-08-30
Posts 1787Aloha, Oregon |
Wow!!! I'm sorry for the tragic break up of what once must have contained love. It's sad that things like this happen. I hope you can go on and find a happiness in your spirit. Very powerful and very sad. Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream. Shawna R. Holder Boise, Idaho |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
A very powerful piece. The imagery you used is terrific....I could see it all as you wove the tale  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks for the praise, all. I've found that art is the best way to deal with pretty much everything in life. The best thing I've found about writing something out is you never feel that intensely about it again -- or if you do, it's a totally different angle. It's a slow path to healing, but one that works well for me. And I have hope for the future -- I always have. I got myself out of a serious depressive slide by moving from New Hampshire to California, and out here, I've already found a job, new friends, I'm far from my dysfunctional (yet loving) family, and I can work out who I am. And the future just keeps looking brighter: starting in february, I'm going to use the advantage of my location to start reading my poetry in clubs and such. It's what I do best, and something I might be able to make a living at someday. But until then, I can dream, and I can slowly, slowly, make things happen. All this, and only 23 years old! Mike |
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