gadgetry

Posted: April 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

Sometimes, when the world reminds me
that it is as disappointing as it looks,
I need protection from its overwhelming
aches and wounds.

I bind my open book of emotions
with my imagination. I pick up the pen
for lost loved ones, I pick up the pen
for violated victims,

I pick up the pen to speak
when my tongue swells inside my mouth,
and I aim for the page. I aim for the screen,
I aim for the script, and I aim for the stage.

My blood runs thin at the sight
of suffering: I thicken it with ink
and pixels. My eyes blur and water
like an unofficial censor board:

the need for insight replaces one set
of pupils with another spiritual set.
I pull on words like bulletproof shields,
I tie laces on metaphors and

wear them like stilts– onomatopoeias
step in when my heart skips a beat;
alliteration leads me as I lie and
limp my way along a forgotten lesson–

My known unknowns become known
and I own them. My unknown knowns
become apparent and I fear them.
The flesh is torn; the blood is thick.

Have you ever looked at your world
through the glass of a snow globe, and
realized shaking would not reorder its follies?
The dusky fallout floats around us.

A violent act of the conscious and pulsating mind
pacifies my nonviolent hands through the words
with which I equip this life. To create, to destroy,
to remove, to replenish:

any life is still a life and any death is still a death.

nanowrimo #5: make your poetry personal

Make your poetry personal. I mean, it already is, right? It’s thoughts, observations, deep, dark, personal feelings and stories dressed up in pretty words and oblique descriptions. You get it, and some others get it.

Still others see it as something else entirely, which is great, honestly. We have our own set of filters our lives go through, and this influences how we interpret things. It is part of what makes reading poetry fun and interesting for me.

Today, let’s make poetry really personal. Give poetry, as you write it, a name. Possibly a gender. And a personality. A poet I know has written (and continues to write) a series of poems based on this principle, and I shamelessly ripped it off (with permission, of course) and made a poem I called “Sasha.” Sasha is many things, all at the same time, yet all are Sasha/poetry to me.

So it’s your turn. Give poetry — how you view poetry, what poetry means to you, your poetry — a name. Now write a poem suits your view or vision.

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Comments
  1. Truly a heartfelt poem, I love ths last line. Beautiful!
    Pamela

  2. Robin says:

    I do not know how anyone can possibly write something as powerful and profound in one day! Beautiful poem!!! I especially love the stanza about the knowns and unknowns.

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