Two of my poems (Reservations, Play Time) have been selected to be featured on the front page of Very Bad Poetry in the near future.
The poems are currently viewable here:
Darkness descending, deepening black; a storm is coming there’s no turning back. This war I’m waging, bitter and hollow; my soul is raging still this path I follow. This fire consuming burning and cold blood in veins boiling the anger takes hold. Shadow unfolding, night closing in, the heart is now burning cloaked in my sin. Iron I’m tasting, my longing is deep, the beast I am freeing from secrets I keep. I am a creature, a child of fire, to bathe in the darkness, my only desire.
Last night was particularly interesting for me, breaking a short bout of writer’s block by coming up with a dozen new pieces. Tehcnically, I suppose that two of my pieces are really one, since the shorter one is just lines from the original longer piece. What happened is that I wrote the original piece, then for whatever reason realized that if I put every third line together, I had another poem, carrying the same message as the original piece, but in a much more eloquent way. I’m sure I’m not the first person to ever do this, and I’m sure that it’s been done deliberately by other poets, but I was pretty amused by the fact that it happened. I’m still not sure that it wasn’t really a product of just a late night fit of madness…
Anyway, here are the poems, both titled ‘Adrift.’
In time we’ll meet and I will gladly greet you, rising to meet you face to face. Until then though, I must breathe and I must be, because I am, now.