Post by Shannon on Dec 21, 2009 19:38:05 GMT -5
If I were to write a book of poetry it would be titled, "Please Don't Laugh."
I.
The same view
After dawn
Fragile
Day after day
I've never been terribly good
I was forever
About as good as I got
Making my own moves
Work the wind
Imagine
The sun
The shimmering light
But my father
Already judged me hopeless
A child
Not a child now
But I doubt
While I'm here.
II.
She'll want to see a familiar face
A familiar face
Tomorrow a word
A gesture
Not with pain
"Someone who knew
I promise you
See for yourself
Simplicity"
Wait for a private moment
Watched and gestured
Close and tense
Make people nervouse
Closed
Again
"I can't just yet"
Reaching
A dark-brown cigarette
"Grateful I had
The oppurtunity"
"I haven't done anything"
"Friend
I think you know better than I."
III.
Come back
For a moment
Found in shadows
A promise
Allow it to be
A compassionate discretion
Fierce feelings
Twisted
Rule me
My home, my family
Waiting
His hand
In a great hand.
IV.
Pale, vulnerable, fragile
Remembered illusions
Fairy tales that had been
Impossibly like clouds
Glowing with life
Winking through
Roses, topaz
Delicate
The life and youth
Vulnerable
Beauty of fragile
Diamonds and sapphire
Pearls
Memory had found
V.
Countless times
She'd bargained for things
Father, an hour, Spring
And satisfaction
A clever hand with
Sunlight and shadows
Unapologetically recognized
The interior face who smiled
In silence
Feelings
Glittery comfortable
Soles that had been worn before
The fit was perfect
Searching thoughts come
"I'm a selfish one
I know my life
I've wasted it
Explain love
Give the answers
But you won't."
VI.
Family roots
Read pain
Formal and dispassionate
Cluster towards her
Strong, beautiful
Remembered trust.
(These poems actually came from a creative exercise in which you take an old worthless book and piece together new sentences for yourself, highlighting them by either blacking out, or drawing on, or pasting pictures over, the existing text. It's kind of fun, and mildly addicting. If I get a chance, I'll post the actual art work of each page.)
I.
The same view
After dawn
Fragile
Day after day
I've never been terribly good
I was forever
About as good as I got
Making my own moves
Work the wind
Imagine
The sun
The shimmering light
But my father
Already judged me hopeless
A child
Not a child now
But I doubt
While I'm here.
II.
She'll want to see a familiar face
A familiar face
Tomorrow a word
A gesture
Not with pain
"Someone who knew
I promise you
See for yourself
Simplicity"
Wait for a private moment
Watched and gestured
Close and tense
Make people nervouse
Closed
Again
"I can't just yet"
Reaching
A dark-brown cigarette
"Grateful I had
The oppurtunity"
"I haven't done anything"
"Friend
I think you know better than I."
III.
Come back
For a moment
Found in shadows
A promise
Allow it to be
A compassionate discretion
Fierce feelings
Twisted
Rule me
My home, my family
Waiting
His hand
In a great hand.
IV.
Pale, vulnerable, fragile
Remembered illusions
Fairy tales that had been
Impossibly like clouds
Glowing with life
Winking through
Roses, topaz
Delicate
The life and youth
Vulnerable
Beauty of fragile
Diamonds and sapphire
Pearls
Memory had found
V.
Countless times
She'd bargained for things
Father, an hour, Spring
And satisfaction
A clever hand with
Sunlight and shadows
Unapologetically recognized
The interior face who smiled
In silence
Feelings
Glittery comfortable
Soles that had been worn before
The fit was perfect
Searching thoughts come
"I'm a selfish one
I know my life
I've wasted it
Explain love
Give the answers
But you won't."
VI.
Family roots
Read pain
Formal and dispassionate
Cluster towards her
Strong, beautiful
Remembered trust.
(These poems actually came from a creative exercise in which you take an old worthless book and piece together new sentences for yourself, highlighting them by either blacking out, or drawing on, or pasting pictures over, the existing text. It's kind of fun, and mildly addicting. If I get a chance, I'll post the actual art work of each page.)