Sunday, June 25, 2017

Beautiful Freaks Fest!

Meowwww!  ~ Yours, Truly.


Every Poet Is An Outcast

I once lived my whole life
wondering how to tame
the flame of my candle,
still the ash would transform
into a bowl-full of broken words.

My loneliness of being last,
the vast recollections of sad memories
for a girl whose music could
never beat in tandem
would sod my shine, they hung
across my neck like a cursed rosary,
kept me prisoner
of someone else's expectations.

Until one day after reading Greek lit,
(or perhaps it was the story of Madame Bovary)
in a crowded room of Marsha-Brady wanna-bes,
I bowed my head into the paper-scent
of a five-subject notebook and
created of myself a Goddess
carved of words and color, and
Fluid as the finest paint,
I danced into the fire.



Written for the Beautiful Freaks Fest.

7 comments:

  1. "I danced into the fire", and it didn't burn!

    I'm grinning from ear-to-ear. For it's always wonderful to read the tale of the birth of a poet. And to read it as poetry, it's pure magic!

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  2. I LOVE this........never tame the flame of that candle. I especially love your dancing into the fire. Yippee!

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  3. T'was Madame Bovary. French lit is essential for an understanding of life.

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    1. one semester i took american lit, greek lit and some other lit class...classic literature perhaps. it was the best my favorite class schedule ever. lol

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  4. This is soo incredibly poignant.. your words speak for all of us!!❤️

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  5. What a beautiful awakening.

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