Fri Jan 2, 2009, 12:59 AM
It's been a quiet holiday season here, and I've enjoyed it very much. School starts back Tuesday (though no classes for another week), so I've had plenty of time to rest and spend time with my kids; it's been nice.
Today, I'm concentrating my features on writers and writing. I was going to do something with New Year, but I expect most of you know that I wish you all the best in 2009 (because I do), so I'm going to combine some great poets with some great stamps instead. I have to make a special mention of the stamps from ForgetfulRainn because I do so love them. Hope you guys will go visit these artists and show them some support.
Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read my work. I really appreciate it.
Thanks for stopping by.
Nobody Wants A Happy Poem by
Nobody wants to know about the summer I turned sixteen,
and the heatwave that left us lying in long grass
in heaven, in paradise,
And nobody wants to know about last Christmas,
and the way the sky looks at four in the morning,
when you're in love.
And nobody wants to know what happened on the night
I named as my memorable date for my bank account.
So if all anybody wants is gloom,
I'll keep that as a secret.
Knot Work by
This blood winds through us in runic rivers
winding itself like the knot work
our fathers carved with heavy blades
on the eves of summer war.
The same tumbling journey
we march, following paths smoothed
by our thousand feet
in the verdant glens at Tara.
The song - we know it so well,
but we have lost the words
they sang in that long ago; splintered,
we meander amidst the green, stumbling
on each other like notes
in the whiskey-wrote symphony.
The knot loosens.
there is no straight knot; the blood
that feeds us knows its course,
through canyon and vale.
We are the notes of this long-hummed melody,
half remembered nouns and verbs spiraling on our tongues,
off one another.
This ballad belongs to us, in the same
way our hair becomes our own, sprouting
from scalps in single strands, braiding
into chords thick - like blood -
flowing free and singing.
Strings of melodious notes are thick, too.
We must each sing
the parts we recall, from days
when our warriors stalked bloody fields and bred
themselves into us.
If You Are A Lie, I Am A Liar by
You're not here, but I am still
there on the floor of your hands,
twitching ribs and eyelids. My body is
a temple, oh Samson don't
pull it down.
I slept in
your brother's room, swimming with his battleships
and the muzzles of submarines and
model planes. I was a model prisoner;
made my bed,
melted out of pajamas and
ate your mother's baby plums
before they went off.
When we left, I ducked my head,
which adorned and adored your lap,
smiled or bewilderedly backed away. Confused, cute
and giant-eyed. With your
mouth on my face,
I was perfectly still and
perfectly paralysed you claim now
not to have noticed.
You did not cross me
or offend or possess me. At 4:06 you suddenly felt
that I should go. I was a graceful
loser, yielded beneath your
sudden upper hand and
I wore my heart
in my beating, honeybee mouth,
I went to bed with harps and guns
ringing in my ears.
Is it just that my smooth
couldn't hold you longer?
Is it just that
I am not used to the taste?
I'm not there, but you are still
painted over my eyebrows and chin,
some kind of invasion
but my body is a temple, oh
the gardener by
my mouth is
tended to your
nutritious late night
one moment, miraculous
a groaned pronoun
of my lips...
and once the sac
like an uncurling
and all your
hopes and dreams
will come true
of your noun...
planted in my
S c a tt e re d b ea d s
across hardwood floors
S-t-r-i-n-g them together
- Reading: Billy Collins: Sailing Alone Around the Room
- Playing: Enchanted Arms
- Drinking: unfortunately no...
Lovely to read these... lovely features ^^
I have, in fact, read any number of literary works that your stamp would fit perfectly.
Nice! I really like the way you put this one together, Cindy. Also enjoyed reading the poems. Especially the first one. It seems so true that nobody wants to hear the happy stuff.
Thanks, Carole. I like the way it turned out, too. I tried what you did with your journal, putting in searches on New and Year, but I ended up with heaps of New York pics. hee. So, I went this route instead. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Aren't they great?! I love them. I think Poe's my favorite, but I must admit to a soft spot for Poe.
I think they're all great. I too have a soft spot for Poe, though I admit to having read a lot less than I should. He may have been the first true Gothic poet (let's leave Uncle Willy and Hamlet out of that for the moment).
Wonderful features! Happy New Year!
=] Very nice stamps and poems.
you always pick really wonderful pieces! Thanks for featuring them!
Thank you <3
Lovely Journal Cindy.
I'll have to take a look at these features! You do wonderful things, Cindy.
Thanks for the features! I'm very honored to be part of this sweet collection!
Not sleeping so much tonight?
I'm gotten all backward over vacation. I'll pay for that about Monday.
Thank you so much, I'm honoured.
Very enjoyable Cindy
Very nice reads.