Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
They never wonder
In fact, I can't say that even I am so aware
and the darkness there is a refuge, a reprieve
I've envisioned my closing argument,
but this is but fanciful imagination
He always takes a souvenir,
Fathers, daughters, sisters, mothers,
I must confess, I've plagiarized
From each and all...as the exact words,
born in that split-moment, just before finality,
Are the kinds of voice, that simply can't be reproduced fictitiously
The misfortune of others has lustered my personal status, blinded me with egoism, I have a very pleased Id, yet periodically, the cancer grows, that temporary shift in mental subtext, back to a time when mental composure was everything....
Who am I-
So hardened by the facets forced, I may have begun to feel invincible, a linchpin of sorts...an indispensable importance in his scheme
Unchained he left me alone with her...Hatchet in plain view, Was he testing me? Who's he talking to up stairs? Who's there with him?
Question's of similarity flooding. Wood feels no different than any other appendage. Her eyes flooding, mascara drowning her dress...What have I become? Who am I now? and with one fell swoop, hatchet compromises bone... Never questioning..."should I try to leave?"
Frayed old man descends the stairs...He heard the screams...this I'm well aware of...Drenched red, from hair to shoe...A smile enveloped his frown, glimmering through the darkened room...
A smile that turned to a disapproving grimace, as he sees her all but whole, except for the writhing hands upon the concrete pool..."Smart...but don't feel so secure....one day, it'll be you or some other her." Sighing as he leaves....and I do as well... never questioning the scent in the air, the deafening scream, the taste of blood that's painted poetry upon my lips...Will I ever be strong enough? Will I ever live up to expectation? Perhaps...one day... Perhaps, one day I'll win his love
So it looks as if a sequel's in store
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
When someone's point of view differs from yours, do not play games of argument, simply understand a differential exists between your viewpoints. But don't stop there. Examine those perspectives, how did it arrive? What can you take from them? Learning never ends. Neither should understanding.
In such a case, you may claim insensitivity has a stranglehold on me. I may claim you may be right. I might also say, I choose to see the possibility, even when surrounded, seemingly, by the end of light. Do not criticize others for thinking, viewing, things alternatively. Accept, the balance your two positions take, and together take flight.
From a now fertile land,
When points delve deep enough, bluntly they become. When witnessing the world through darkened glasses, shaded images are sure to come. In a scene of calamity, be the one, if so you see, not as uncaring, but as the shoulder, as the disruptor of the darkening.
You may agree, yet expound. You may be the toll with which a shared philosophy must atone. You may hold the words, so soft and sweet, enough cloud on tongue, enough to solace me. I believe, but that's just me. You have every right to disagree.
I see a leaf,
Floating in the air,
Meandering, enjoying it's wafting course,
When you see the leaf,
As falling down,
From a withered branch,
I never saw,
Yet as you speak,
It's like I've always known.
Perspectives, make us each unique.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Six Word Lines
Sunday, May 22, 2011
This first Communal Poem is a ten line piece. Lines 1-5 are composed in the order listed above. Lines 6-10 are in reverse order. Snake-like winding for any of those familiar with Fantasy Sports drafting. Each of the lines in this poem also serve as a portal to the website of the poet who composed that line.
The Green leaves tremble feeling shy
Until shivering their blossom into flight
On a magic mushroom the grasshopper chants
Lines of wisdom, lines of rhyme, lines over ten-thousand times
He continues his solemn chant, until the moon rises and casts its light over the misty river
Hearing the call, the giant white eagle wakes, from his decade long slumber
Wings expand, tufts breathe, talons release its dreamtime grasp
Anaba sweeps the Hogan floor-Manaba whisper "Our time is come"
The eagle knows; wings fan a moon into the eyes of the grasshopper at Manaba's feet
Sweet sounded words the poet's glory; that was our little springtime story
Please check out each of the links and enjoy the contributing poets personal sites. I'm sure there will be plenty for you to enjoy.
Finally, if you're on twitter, grab some friends and compose a communalpoem of your own. Feel free to save all your project posts to #communalpoem so the world can watch your creativity unfold. All I ask is that if you see a current communalpoem in progress you watch as it unfolds before starting your own, just to cut down on any confusion.
Thanks and hope you all enjoyed.