“The secret is in the line.” ~Charles Bukowski
“The secret is in the line.” ~Charles Bukowski
Labels: 2013 , dverse poets , my poem , poetry
Labels: 2013 , dverse poets , my poem , poetry
Labels: love , mental awareness , my poem , pain , poetry
Find a way to fight past the confusion
leave behind
old suitcases
battered shoes
from streets of tiny rocks
combining to make a pathway
to finding treasures of the soul
wasting away
words that meet us in the middle of our minds
until a picture is formed from their image
stolen secrets of time
faded deep inside our memories
as a beaten drum
returning a constant beat
glorifying a dedication
to return to who one might long to be
finding time
capturing lines
in flight of fancy
concluding slowly and spreading out
to meet the wind
as the shadows roll in
looking for a way to join
the blue skies
in traveling away from cluttered thoughts
to remain in clarity.
***
I enjoyed the process in my mind as this poem took shape. I may be biased but I'm happy with the way it turned out.
For #novelpi today, I felt as if I put off my writing time and then barely squeaked out 428 words. I didn't like the way that felt. I had started to feel better about being regular in my writing even if my word count is low I'm happy when I don't procrastinate. I'm looking forward to doing better!
Labels: my poem , novelpi , poetry , writing challenge
Comfortable
gathering by the side of a stream
silently sitting there
together
side by side
As the rush of water
tucks emotions into corners of our minds
hoping to wash away
the bleak
empty restless spaces
our mind forms at times
from the sullen and the free
Will you comprehend me?
Most importantly
triumphantly
we were meant to be
friends
as comfortable as can be.
*written for #Novelpi (Novel Push Initiative) Day 1: 607 word count. Check out 5-rings for more information on NPI. I'm participating in this challenge for the next two months and so I plan to update you on my progress hoping you'll enjoy any of my writing tidbits that will come out of this. Thanks for reading!

Imagine, if you will, what would a conversation be like between Barbie(tm) and Rapunzel? It might be interesting, right?!? Well, from the place of your own imaginings of that conversation gives a little insight into what I'd like to share with you today.
On Sundays, I look forward to the twitter chat called #poetparty. As I have followed this chat, I have learned so many ideas, thoughts, and basic knowledge on poetry. I also feel that I catch a unique glimpse into the minds of poets. Not only has it strengthened my desire to write poetry but also wamt to learn poetic forms and to read more poetry as well. Of course, it helps with my love affair with words too. I can't help but be inspired!
This past Sunday, June 12th, the #poetparty chat was on Persona Poetry. When I first heard about this topic, I realized I didn't understand the full meaning of what they meant by this term. Call me old-fashioned but I first consulted my rare 1980 Edition Funk & Wangnalls Desk Dictionary, which is one of my favorite dictionaries, where persona is defined as
A character in a drama, novel, etc... [L, person]
The speaker or voice of a literary work, or in plainer words, "who's doing the talking."
From the mind of this girl, I feel alive. She makes me live within her. I am somebody. It's not about how I look or what she even dresses me in. It's about the moments that she makes me feel successful. I am not just her doll but her dreams. I feel a connection each time she opens her closet where I exist and she lets me live. I feel real. I need to talk with her to let her know what she's brought into my life. I feel her communicating with me. I say the words that she longs to tell anyone who would listen. I am listening. I love her ideas on something special. I can't deny that I'd miss her if she ever went away. Most girls her age, no longer care for me or even have time to play with me anymore. She hides from the world to do so because her love is so great for our story line. I've been living her movie. I wouldn't trade it for another realm. I see from her mind what she could be. I am what she is afraid of - perhaps that is even being famous. Her definition of success is actually quite simple which makes it lovely. I love her kind heart and this make-believe world we live together. In time, I know it will end. Perhaps, it will be time to grow up and I hope she'll have the opportunity that came in her dreams. If I can let her feel, even briefly, that those dreams can be real I've done what I hoped to as her doll. Most of all, I want her to feel free to dream. In one day, she can really do all that we have had so much fun pretending. What she doesn't realize now, is how soon she'll grow up. It isn't far away. In her mind, I know we'll always be friends because her imagination holds her deepest desires and hopes. This means a lot. It is something I know she won't give up. I know in the way she treats me, holds me, dresses me. I am well-cared for so others in her life will be too. I am glad to have this glimpse into this girls heart. I am happy that she treats me as her friend. I like the characterization that she evolved for me. I will be the part of her memory that she may turn to when times become rough. I've been here for her. She knows this and in this way - the beauty is all of ours to share. Stay with your dreams - dear girl!
Labels: #poetparty , definition , persona poetry , poetry
Mysteries unfold
unraveling shadows
of dark mixed with light
creating a shadow
in my thoughts
concerning me
to ponder
Why you're coming back again
frightening me since I know
you never left my heart
I don't want to hurt
the way I did once
when you cast your fiery darts
my way
I need to find peace
without you
this is not the mystery
I expected
cast into the shadows
of my life
wondering what happened
in this unfortunate realm
Abounding weakness of my soul
not feeling courage
to conquer
or escape
love only deepens
a penetrating wall
meant to withstand
letting you in again
Find stillness
mimic peace
remarkable journey
trying to come away
but only realizing
how near I am to
complete devastation
ruin or chaos
because my heart won't forget
how you empower me
by continuing the beauty
held within your words
My memory beckons
as it has recorded
long since felt you near
as it never forgets
how to internally
shed a tear
contemplate
reverberate
reverence the fact
that I have the issues
you never did
I want to heal
when it hasn't been an option
for me
you feel whole
I feel broken
where I fool myself
into believing
upon the waters
I won't be swayed
rocking silently
into a watery grave
Breaking down
melting away emotion
long overdue to be
overcome by powers
yet to seek
discovered
in our tender friendship
relations joined through
knowledge alone
an evanesce of minds
power unconceded
form a tiny throne
A Kingdom
Our castle in the sky.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
I thought we were
in a place
where if you or I
told our true feelings
we could feel the difference
even if we felt offense
We could forgive-
move forward
to remain friends
But the rain came
and it could not
wash away the pain
guilt or sadness
I wish
the rain could heal
just like the earth smells
so clean
right after rain
Then we could start
over
begin again
bathed in our imperfections
and be blessed by
LOVE
again and forever.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
In the darkness
the stars sat still
amongst the sky
A horse adjusted his footing
breathing out
slightly whinged
Faintly
in the stillness
A soldier
had his head buried
between his legs
sobbing
An altered life
his would be forever
As his Captain
Sweet Captain
was killed
Never in his life
had he been inspired
as much as he had
when she would speak
He could hear her now
as a voice of thunder
in his mind
Rumbling
inside of him
He felt sick
He questioned everything
He trusted no one
Where would his life lead him now?
What would happen to her brilliant army?
Couldn't they see how courageous all of his fellow soldiers had been in the face of such devastating cruelty and war?
The fight needed to be fought
but was the price too high?
His questions
His thoughts
of her
What she did
would not stop
He felt his soul
had changed
He had to do what he could
to remember her now
because they would not
This would not be an easy task
as so many
felt she was evil now
but he knew
which gave his heart
a moment of peace
that the tale
of the great
Joan of Arc
would have to be told!
*More info. & photo found at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_Arc
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry

Light...
Only you-
Only me-
Wherein you have released light within me
Only you
will get it back
Only you
can immerge from the foundation
Failure to see
Failure to listen
Only love whoever I am
Do not accept as readily as you imply
Have you become intolerant of me?
Even so much that it hurts
Although there is still light in me
You will never see it
I have no choice
I sense this loss
responding only by having to move on
beyond your shadow
creeping up along
out of the night
finding a way
through to embrace my own soul again
to know
to learn the lucid secrets of the light
Only you
will not notice
as I rekindle again
essentially fire
resilient as ever before
because one truth remains
I am
Only me.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry

It is a big hill.
One should climb to the top.
Sit here.
Be still.
Remember and love.
Cherish and remind.
Hold on.
Don’t fall down or I’ll have to come tumbling after.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
Tiny droplets clung to the window
for a small second
then raced down unevenly
The rain felt comforting
Look at the crimson flowers
in her garden
Smiling
they would finally be watered
without her assistance
It had been a long series of events
that placed her in her new living arrangements
her miniature flower garden
had been one of those things
to do for her to make her feel like
she had a place here
Filling to the brim with
Wildflowers-
Lilies -
Roses-
Daisies-
Among her favorites
were her distinguished
and prized
Orchids
All these flowers combined
to create a spiritual
evolution
of beauty
intensified by each flower
simply magnified
and resilient
although these conditions
seemed harsh and unrealistic
which might make them fragile
Instead they grew
resisting opposing forces
and finding their own magical force
growing through cracks in sidewalks
or up from the rocky soil
and even lining the fencing
white pickets and all
forming a new way
making a mixed-up garden
seem complete
with even the tiniest of flowers
peeking through the edges of
larger flowers
This garden may only last
for a rare season
but for her
with death fast approaching
it was her season
to make them live
so that something would make her feel alive
and find a way to grow
in the toughest of circumstance
If anything else
would be so pleasant
the lingering scent
and floral beauty
would capture her heart
helping her soar to the heavens
where she would no longer want for a garden
as there it would be eternal
always appreciating
how much effort and work it may take now
to make her garden whole
lively
ever-blooming
before the sun dried up
each flower
crumpled to a new discovery
a rare complexion
of vintage proportions
found in a new way of looking
at what beauty means through
the form of a withered flower
So many lessons to learn
places to go
but her garden
was her solitude
after a life well-lived
this was her final resting place
or at least she hoped
for one friend
to plant flowers
upon her graven bed
Then even in death
she would smell the lingering scent
all the while
imagining the image
of how the flower looked like
from her perspective
To her, this simple garden
meant eternity...
Labels: flowers , my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
Using writing prompt: Write about how getting old is hard and tough...
When I am old and worn,
and there are days I cannot move as I once did.
I am hopeful,
I will still remember all the things I ever loved,
all of the activities I loved to do.
I'll do only what I'm able now
thinking as I always did of my
shining love for others.
I may not be able to do
what I'm used to doing which will bring
frustration.
I believe
my glorious spirit will be still the same.
I'll long for youth that I did not keep
myself so busy that I did not reach out to others.
Perhaps, I'll feel regret.
I worry that
you will look upon me differently.
I may become a stranger.
Please look real hard and deep inside
you may feel my presence within.
Most of all, don't forget me,
don't neglect my spirit
somewhere deep inside, it has
one wish
which will be all I'll ask of you,
my dear young man...
Bring me His precious Sacrament
of my Savior, Lord and King.
Have a very Happy Easter!
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
Mystical space
vast and open
creeps upon the shadow of free time
tells us of eternity.
Yet, when people achieve an opportunity to fly
into the universe, we call Space
they do not feel alone.
Time is perchance, an illusion
although we follow it
we live by it
to the fact that it can control,
even run, our lives.
And yet in our moments of time
here on earth,
we can feel ever so alone.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
I sometimes feel like I am a no-one.
As if it is easier to loose my friendship
than to gain it or desire to keep it.
Just walk away
She's not worth it anymore
She doesn't deserve my love
As if love is something that you can change,
give up,
or have conditions upon.
What is a real friend anyway?
Who is this?
Don't we all get hurt?
What is she to you?
Can't everyone feel
lost
lonely
confused
at any given moment.
In the end,
after losing my friend,
I can only hope
that I am not the monster
others may see
but I know who I am,
who I want to be,
even if it's buried deep within me.
Today, I may feel like I am a no-one.
Tomorrow, I will still
choose to love.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
Diversity is needed to
teach us tolerance.
Can we love and not hate?
Can we see without blindness?
Evoke, our feelings -
Difference
makes life fun
Interesting.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
Even though many do not
I must conrol my temper
somehow
some way
since it takes energy away
I don't want to let go of
I'd rather feel I could start
all over again
Control
It seems simple
It's one of the hardest things
especially when you feel so much
Is this normal?
It seems so random
bits of small frustrations
makes for so many complications
Control
Can it be done?
Reach a point of self-mastery
I've seen it in others
not in myself
It's a struggle
until the end
Control
How much do we really have in this world?
Only sets of experiences
basic obervance
tells us of other choices
affecting us
repeat circumstances
always come to happen
often it feels like
déjà-vu
Control
I want it to be part of my heart
yet utterly it feels like chaos
choices apprehend
driving madness
forcing defeat
in some small way
regaining courage
to keep trying
maintaining a foot hold
on part of the path
Control
the intuition of the heart serves
as a healing stone
a helping aid
some semblance of control
revisited through a mechanism
finally
partly being tamed.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
It seems ridiculous that I like coffee shops
when I don't even drink coffee!
But it's true!
I like the smell of coffee
I enjoy the fact that I always
dream up something to write
while I'm in the shop.
I enjoy saying "Hi"
to people who might be there
catching a tiny thread of a conversation
echoing a glimpse of their reality
Or observing someone sitting quietly
I feel relaxed.
I do enjoy a good cup of hot chocolate
Or an icy Italian soda
even a bottle of water
they don't even mind-
"May I interest you in a cookie or desert?"
"Perhaps this one time."
Smiling ~
looking for the familiar faces
of my writing group
always a chance to learn
and join in the fun
as you read where their writing takes you
all within the bounds
of the coffee shop.
After all, it doesn't seem so silly now-
Instead, it feels a part of my nonsensical
authentic
writing life.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
If only
I felt comfort enough
so I could release
all my innermost
wants
desires
needs
through poetic words
that I love so much
so deeply
pain
released in ease
of conversational poems
reclose in grief
Still needing closure
I need to come free
although undone
I feel better
after a few rounds of words
poetically spoken
in want or desperation
Still, I ache for more.
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready always to apprehend in the flow of language the sudden flash of poetry.
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
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