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Sun Jun-19-05 02:18 AM
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Elfish, apples and puffin - a few poems |
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Edited on Sun Jun-19-05 02:37 AM by superconnected
I'm posting a few poems from my poetry book.
Elfish
If you want to know the truth I'm a little elfish a little bit unsung and kind of selfish impish in my ways and never doubting my talent or my brains or what I'm spouting with a great respect for art I love the abstract and an unconventional taste in space I prefer Pollack you call yourself a poet but I'm a wordsmith you see Haiku as art but I see limits you say it is while I embellish if you want to know the truth I'm a little elfish.
Apples
Trees, seeds, bruised knees rough leaning twisted trees delicious hard apples hand plucked bent boughs where leans old wooden ladders and rusty buckets on this hot sun smelling day ready to suffocate amongst the sweetest trees with thick ripe fruit and stinging bees we work not talk beautiful crisp crunching apple a rose in harden oval I could pitch you like a baseball or bite you in my fist red so deep I'd kiss I love these moments when Heaven is questioned are you also as fine, as sublime as a summer orchard and do you have crunching, scrunching apples ripe on full bent boughs
Puffin
Puffin turned into a stuffed up doll inside out chemo stitched mouth Puffin was not very old but her heart was very cold Puffin looks like a witches wand on her head came down with an evil spell Puffin scares me because of what so quick, on her life befell and made that stitched smile.
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Sun Jun-19-05 02:30 AM
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1. I want to comment on my puffin poem |
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Edited on Sun Jun-19-05 02:41 AM by superconnected
puffin was the name I gave a very mean woman at my work. She was horrible to others.
Once she was so rude to me I stoped as I was walking out the door and couldn't believe I was wishing cancer on her. I realized right there that everyone she dealt with probably did. I had never wished cancer on anyone before. I don't wish bad things on people. I stopped myself.
Shortly after, she disappeared from work and I was so glad that I didn't bother asking why.
Several months later she returned and her bony body was all puffed up. She looked like a cabbage patch doll. Her demeanor was changed too. She smiled at me trying to be nice but it was a grotesque smile because she looked too much like a cabbage patch doll. That's when I started thinking of her as puffin. Not to be mean. (It's how I reconcile things and put them into words.)
Another co-worker informed me puffin, had cancer and had gone though/or was still going through chemo.
Of course I had nothing to do with it, but I wondered if all the ill will others wished on her, or simply her hate filled body contributed.
I know other people who had cancer that were really nice, loving people, so there isn't really any explanation I can come up with.
It must have been just some odd coincidence.
Either way it changed her and scared the hell out of me.
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Mon Jun-20-05 04:37 AM
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Edited on Mon Jun-20-05 04:47 AM by JacobPike
Just remind me to never get you really, really mad at me. :scared:
I wrote something about a similar circumstance recently. While I would never call it one of my better poems, it seems appropriate to this thread.
Synchronicity
Feeling blocked...no ideas. I sip halfheartedly on a McLatte while making random jottings in my journal. It's said when you commit yourself to a course of action, of creativity, chance will give you what you need. I'm pressing far too hard, I write, I only need to let things happen.
Then I look up, to see the parking lot awash with lights as ambulances and fire engines converge around a distant car. An accident? A heart attack? I imagine some pedestrian broken under wheels, a driver gasping for yet one more breath.
Shoppers pull lazily into the lot, oblivious to all around them, as paramedics rush to someone, something, I can't see.
I'm not going out there, not going to find what pain waits there for me to cast into cold, artful words.
If this is synchronicity, I want no part of it.
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Tue Jun-21-05 05:44 PM
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3. The Syncronicity poem is wonderful! |
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