This holiday season also brought a challenge from the one who can always push me in my writing, Mr. Daemond Arindell. He invited me to a facebook Poem-A-Day 2009 Group to write a poem everyday for the next year. Do I think I'll last the whole year? No sir. But the motivation to post each day, the inspiration from the others on the challenge and the informality of the poems themselves makes it something I've been looking forward to. At least for the past 10 days.
Finally, today I wrote one of the best poems I've written in a long time. I'm actually just super thrilled with this piece in a way I haven't been in awhile. No prompt or title, just gave myself time to make something out of thin air....
Most days, I wake up writing
Grinding my teeth like typewriter keys for thoughts
Buried in my head like they’ve been stewing overnight
Like heavy eyelids are coriander for the curry
So I sleep on it
Try to keep my brain from seeing this as anything
more than a poem
I see rain clouds in your confidence
But you tell me it’s tired.
And I accept.
Knowing we are the few that dream in metaphors and rain clouds
Knowing
not of a simple morning
a simple postcard,
a simple heartbreak
But rather the earths frictionless canvass cracking open like
jagged lipstick on light bulbs
A lazy head nod cocked to another day
Opening the backlit edges of clouds like motion
And we let it.
Like boomerang ping pong balls of expectation
Poems
The size of postage stamps just to tell me you wish I was there
And I do.
Like the night my rhythm came to a screeching halt
Turntable’s heart attack causing one monotonous scratch
Across the inside of my lungs
Like air was an electricity only you possessed
And I was powerless.
Like wishing the pen had power
Or even the powdered dust perched on the inside of my mouth
If I knew vivid came at such a price
I would have put this down long ago.
Given it to you.
Told you that some days you’ll wake up writing
Cursing inertia like back aches
Feel wrists cracking like marble chewed molars
You won’t remember what you once thought insane was
You’ll scream
Wondering what time of day it was
The moment your mind made the universe
So explosive.
Buried in my head like they’ve been stewing overnight
Like heavy eyelids are coriander for the curry
So I sleep on it
Try to keep my brain from seeing this as anything
more than a poem
I see rain clouds in your confidence
But you tell me it’s tired.
And I accept.
Knowing we are the few that dream in metaphors and rain clouds
Knowing
not of a simple morning
a simple postcard,
a simple heartbreak
But rather the earths frictionless canvass cracking open like
jagged lipstick on light bulbs
A lazy head nod cocked to another day
Opening the backlit edges of clouds like motion
And we let it.
Like boomerang ping pong balls of expectation
Poems
The size of postage stamps just to tell me you wish I was there
And I do.
Like the night my rhythm came to a screeching halt
Turntable’s heart attack causing one monotonous scratch
Across the inside of my lungs
Like air was an electricity only you possessed
And I was powerless.
Like wishing the pen had power
Or even the powdered dust perched on the inside of my mouth
If I knew vivid came at such a price
I would have put this down long ago.
Given it to you.
Told you that some days you’ll wake up writing
Cursing inertia like back aches
Feel wrists cracking like marble chewed molars
You won’t remember what you once thought insane was
You’ll scream
Wondering what time of day it was
The moment your mind made the universe
So explosive.
4 comments:
Yea Sarah! That was beautiful!
But rather the earths frictionless canvass cracking open like
jagged lipstick on light bulbs
Love it.
great new poem! can't wait to see you next week
James- Thank you! Can I feature you on here at some point soon?
Shir- Thanks lady
AC- Can't wait!
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