on strike
06 Nov 2011 4 Comments
in Poetry
i am in no mood for crafting poetry tonight
and yet i am desperate to be
the words, they tangle into knots
and spiral endlessly inside themselves
i may as well dip my spoon into alphabet soup
and see what letters float onto the silver spoon
poetry by divination
poetry by luck
poetry by dissecting the breath
between your lovers lips
poetry by dogma’s curse
poetry by silence
poetry by the story held within
the wrinkles on his face
i am fighting the fullness of words
that have no place to fall
struggling to order them into language
that translates and transcends
i curse the cursor as it blinks
staying in its place there on the left-hand side
i want to be emptied of these words
that have decided they
will not
can not
comply with me tonight
Nov 06, 2011 @ 22:35:31
Sometimes it pays to batter words into submission.
M
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Marie Marshall
writer/poet/editor/blogger
Scotland
http://mairibheag.com
http://kvennarad.wordpress.com
Nov 06, 2011 @ 22:59:02
What a joy and delight to hear from you! And having this “fullness of words that have no place to fall” is so frustrating: what to do, how to sort, and how to bring them forth in an order that makes sense!? Thanks for the way you put these words together. They are beautiful.
Nov 06, 2011 @ 23:11:13
sarah-anne, you are joy in and of itself. truly. nothing but.
thank you for understanding this fullness.
xoxo
Nov 07, 2011 @ 10:28:50
Right there with you as I read this. Makes me think of “compliance” as your next prompt. xoxo