So today I'm playing catch up.
I'm afraid I haven't had much time for reading poetry these past few days so no updates there.
I really love the Day #10 prompt from the beautifully talented Magalay. (She is also doing 30 days of prompts for the Month of April if you'd like to keep watch on her daily prompts!)
Her prompt went something like this: On Day 10 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Our poems should read like a relaxation chant; every line should unwind us to the bone.
Mine seems sorta angsty, but I think it calls for relaxation, or at least describes the ways in which I enjoy relaxing:
Sleep,
Breath, and Stars
My
head was busy all day,
The
want of the world
Flapping
against my amygdala
A
Venetian drumbeat.
Even
the sight of Benzodiazepine
Could
not soothe me,
Those
smooth, yellow candies
Doctors
dangle before me,
Shaking
their heads
At
my quaking hands,
The
breath of my chest won’t give,
The
hyperventilation
Of
an unknown assailant.
I
will tell you, slack-faced,
Too
angry to frown,
My
smile is fake and this
World
has grown dumb.
I
do not need your forty-five
Minutes
of psychotherapy,
I
am already a counselor, dear.
Nor
do I need your
Richly-colored
pharmaceuticals,
Posters-full
of kissing kittens,
Or
a glass of alcohol to numb
My
teeth so I can grit them
In
my sleep, without feelings.
And
what of the beach,
That
smelly place of
Dead
fish and ignorant
Spring break love affairs?
Give
me seclusion,
A
spring rainstorm with
Candles
on my windowsill,
Give
me a shelf-full of books
Instead
of the shiny brass
Of
a television screen.
I
don’t need those
Falsely-
Beautiful
people.
No,
I need a house
Near
the woods,
A
book of quotes,
A
couch as comfortable
As
a two-day retreat.
Give
me lines of poetry,
soft as a feather-fall,
soft as a feather-fall,
And
empty space,
Blank
notebooks and
A
shiny telescope so when
Each
day tires me of light and words,
I
can look into the far-away
Home
of my mother Cosmo.
I will perch there against
moonbeams as strong as
the metal spines of night trains,
moonbeams as strong as
the metal spines of night trains,
breathing clouds and
exhaling star matter.
I will hoola-hoop through
the stiff rings of Saturn,
grip the handhold
of each star, acrobat of the sky,
and summit the moon.
exhaling star matter.
I will hoola-hoop through
the stiff rings of Saturn,
grip the handhold
of each star, acrobat of the sky,
and summit the moon.
Oh Stacey, this is SPECTACULAR. It gets better and better all the way down the page until it summits the moon itself!!!!!!! Absolutely beautiful. I echo every word of your last stanza........
ReplyDeletewonderfully said! in the end what we really need we already know and that's what will help us :)
ReplyDeleteI love this.. I really love the strong renouncement, and just coming back from 10 days in the mountains and having spent part of the time inside cabins with the rage of snow storm outside. Books and company that speak in slow voices.. I didn't feel the need of alcohol or pills.. just books and slowness.. fantastic and intriguing poetry.
ReplyDeleteI love the defiance in this and how it goes from hard, tactile things to this lovely soft dreamscape.
ReplyDeleteI love the defiance in this and how it goes from hard, tactile things to this lovely soft dreamscape.
ReplyDeleteI too love this - it is your voice - not the voice others may want to hear or control...may it always stay that way
ReplyDeleteA shiny telescope so when
ReplyDeleteEach day tires me of light and words,
I can look into the far-away
Home of my mother Cosmo.
Goes to show poetry is the savior and the ultimate companion!
Hank
A shiny telescope so when
ReplyDeleteEach day tires me of light and words,
I can look into the far-away
Home of my mother Cosmo.
Goes to show poetry is the savior and the ultimate companion!
Hank
"I do not need...
ReplyDeletea glass of alcohol to numb
My teeth so I can grit them
In my sleep, without feelings."
These are such fantastic lines; filled to the brim with rage and truth. We all need different things to reach that place when we find peace (as you'll see when you read my entry for this prompt). Life happens different to everyone, so it makes sense that we find our balance in different ways.
I love the voice of these speaker.
could feel the angsty part so well but love that escape into the dreamscape...
ReplyDeleteWell done... always enjoy reading you.
ReplyDeleteZQ
When the world around you makes you scream, try doing things that could put you into a different universe. we need a break sometimes :)
ReplyDeleteI love the movement of this. How the pace seems to shift into different gears as it rolls on.
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