Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Response 20

Eating Poetry
Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.



This poem disturbs me.
I mean, sure, don’t we all love poetry, yay us. But seriously? This is a bit much.
And what is “the bookish dark”? How can a dark be ‘bookish’? Scary, surreal, deep, forboding, mysterious, ironic, those are all fine adjectives! I just really don’t understand! So, here’s me thought. If you have an idea as to what a “Bookish Dark” could mean, you should tell me! Write a comment, and help me out some here! It’ll be fun! Poetry is always more fun when you experience it with other people. And if anything else sticks out to you, (Like the first line to me “Ink runs from the corners of my mouth” it’s delightful!) Tell me that too! And we can make this fun, mildly disturbing poem into something really fun!


Poem Response 19

The Arrow and the Song
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend

Found at: http://poetryoutloud.org/poem/173890


I really like this poem. His flow is fantastic, the rhyme scheme is surprisingly easy, his words sound like lace, and the poem as a whole is simply marvelous.

I wish I knew what his song was about…
Have you ever had one of those moments where a thought you had forever ago is suddenly brought to mind, and it forms new clarity because of an experience? Or a feeling you thought was long since gone is re-awakened when someone from the past walks into your life again?
I feel like that is what his song was about… a thought or a feeling, and as it left his lips, it sort of slipped away into his past, as he continued forward. He forgot about it, almost, until one day he found a friend and the song was alive in them.

This poem is just cool to me.

The Unknown


The Unknown

One can always tell
When he lingers nearby
Clad in foreboding shades
Which glimmer for the joyful eye
Dwelling beneath darkness
Residing around the bend
Dancing with Hope’s willowy frame
Harmonizing Fear’s laments

He speaks as a quiet whisper
In the corner of a lonely room
Promising life changes
Of untold fortune
After you first meet him
You feel completely lost and alone
As you watch him captivate
A treasure that felt like home

He isn’t all evil
Simply unstable, unsure
And after you encounter him
You’ll be better than before
For, through pain he makes strong
The beating of a broken heart
He opens your eyes to others’ pain
For you have been where they are
He makes you grow, reach, and stretch
And though the process is painful
But one day, you will look and see
That the scars make you beautiful



The unknown is such a scary place in our lives. I really don’t like it. I genuinely like to know what’s going on in my life! So, when I find myself caught in that moment of, “Oh gracious… what is happening…” It’s really easy to feel like you’ll be there forever. And you tend to skip back and forth between fear and faith, hope and reason, reality and what you see beyond this moment. Sometimes it is so easy to get caught up in the here and now, that we forget that… in 24 hours, today will be yesterday…. And soon, it will be last week, then last month, then last year… then “That bad time several years ago”… but we’ll never be in it forever. Every second brings us one step closer to the end of this chapter and the beginning of a new page.

That’s one of the things I love about life… it’s always going…

This poem format is a,b,c,b,d,e,f,e, etc. so basically, every other line rhymes!

I hope you enjoyed!


Never Stop

 

Never Stop

She had gorgeous, star-filled eyes
And adored long-winded love letters
Butterflies filled her constant daydreams
Where love was a thought she could savor
She’d never been touched by its fragile wings
Her heart was unbroken, unchipped
She’s never fallen head-over-heels
Her heart: a beat never skipped

He’d been broken uncountable times
Pain was his ever-present friend
His soul hid beneath a hardened shell
He’d become a master of playing pretend

Their meeting was accidental
Somewhat awkward, at best
He, in dirty jeans and greasy hair,
Ran into her neatly pressed sundress
A curse left her perfect lips
As her glass vase hit the concrete
A pale hand flew to her astonished face
As it shattered to bits about their feet

Apologies seeped from her every pore
‘Till finally his laughter cut her off
Somehow she ended up in his arms
As he tried to make the apologies stop
They separated awkwardly
Then he offered to walk her home
The sky was quickly growing dark
She didn’t mind not being alone

They window shopped along the way
He asked to replace the broken glass
She waved him off, which was good
He’d offered money he didn’t have
On that day, that first day of love
Their hearts melted along with the sun
They talked and laughed about everything
Neither knew they’d found their one

Days to weeks, weeks to months
Moments blurred into the following
Seasons changed from Spring’s new Life
To the sound of Winter’s wind blowing

His deep, easy laugh filled her dreams
And she loved the look his eyes held
In moments where nothing was said
His eyes proclaimed all the words he felt
She wished she could always live
Forever and ever, for the rest of her days
Inside the precious, passionate love
That he expressed within his gaze

Her bright eyes made his dark days shine
In his arms she felt safe and warm
Her smile became his silver lining
And his secrets called her heart ‘home’

Christmas lights lined the frozen streets
Snow blanketed the frostbitten ground
A fireplace warmed the two lovers
His whispered singing, the only sound
Her head pressed gently against his chest
From her mouth escaped a small sigh
He stilled his voice as she quietly said
‘If God took me now, I wouldn’t mind”

Silently, he stared at her
Melting her heart along with the snow
Then, pressing his lips to her trembling ones,
Was the most tender kiss either had known

After a while, he stood up to go
His arms releasing her beautiful form
As his truck gave a rumble, he smiled goodbye
And drove into the snowstorm

She lay in bed, he filled her mind
As she pulled her sheets up close
Sleep flirted with her dancing eyelids
Until then the phone rang and she awoke

Groggily, she put the phone to her ear
Then heard the words she’d never forget
“He’s been in a bad accident
It doesn’t look good, get here quick”

In a haze she walked into his room
There was talking, but the words were lost
As she looked at his broken body
O’re his head, bandages were crossed

She grasped his hand. He met her gaze
Scared tears slipped from her eyes
He leaned her cheek to his own,
And whispered, “Come on, Silly, don’t cry”
Then, to his jacket on the chair,
He motioned with his weakened hand
Quietly, she reached for it, gave it to him
Though she truly did not understand

From its pocket he revealed
A ring with a diamond on top
And Just before the loud, constant beep
He breathed, “My love for you will never stop”



I’ve always had an odd attraction to beautiful tragedy. There are many types of tragedy that I dislike intensely, but bittersweet tragedy has always been a point of interest for me….

I wrote this poem because of a friend who showed me a website that had sad short stories. One story was about a woman whose boyfriend had told her not to open her Christmas gift until Christmas day. He passed away soon after, and she waited 7 years to open the package…
Inside laid a ring.

I wanted to cry so hard when I read it… The story was so sweet, but at the same time so heartbreaking…
I wanted to write a story like that of my own! I wanted to take people down a journey of love and happiness, where it ended with the promise of forever, even if one of the people is gone…

So, I began to write, and above is the finished product.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you have a great day.
  

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