The loves of my life

I wrote a poetic letter in 8th grade, I wrote a letter to a 12th grade girl who courageously refused to reveal my name when questioned by the priest at the Catholic school we both went to, and that would be as far as my bravado would go with her. I was told by one of her classmate that the letter was destroyed. I must have been ambitious because she wasn’t only the most popular girl in school, but also the governor’s daughter. Ah to be young and naive!

This is the poem that would describe how I felt in those days.

THREAT by Gottfried Benn
“Know this:
I live beast days. I am a water hour.
At night my eyelids droop like forest and sky.
My love knows few words:
I like it in your blood.”
In high school, I had a crush over a classmate and I never said anything to her and she got married and….end of story.
This would be the poem that describes how I felt:
I have to tell you  by Dorothea Grossman
“I have to tell you
there are times when
the sun strikes me
like a gong
and I remember everything
even your ears.”
And finally for the one swells my heart with winged feelings:
AD by Joy M.
“no sparks were apparent the first time
no pink words were exhausted to wake the passion hidden
I sent a little bird and was given a small seed in return
I slept with the seed, spoke to it, blew over it,
you would find me whistling and dancing because only I saw what others didn’t
she didn’t either
I was determined to make her a believer
but now I wonder who was swept away
love has a divine sense of humor
you pursue it only to be seized by it
love is war and I love every battle with her.”
Advertisements

O belly, O glorious one!

Chi rotates in there

its rotation has a silent hum

that human ears only catch when all else falls silent

God engineers an entire being in there

He makes it look easy but it’s nonetheless 7 billion engineered beings

a mystical glow hovers around its roundness

this glow is known to attract stranger’s hands to feel the life inside

but for the glow to rest on that roundness,

it requires perfect smoothness

no kinks or unevenness is tolerated

life must be visible to the glass wearing eyes

in order to get the necessary and sizable glow

the sightings of life must also be perceptible and sensitive to touch from all angles

any movement or sound due to digestion or rapid regurgitation doesn’t count

in the absence of life, a certain prettiness must be present in all positions

the External test for such prettiness consists of elaborate paintings on its surface

no surgical opening will be needed and everyone is known to fail the Internal test

such paintings will either bring Ugly or Beauty out

there will be no doubt when the final product is revealed

it’s ugly, one will say

it’s pretty, another will say

they might say it in chorus or one after another

but the divided camps will agree that their lives have been touched

now, let’s take a minute and rub it

rub slow and gentle

fill your cheeks with joy

and hum slow and gentle

Chi will rotate before you know it.

Not Your Typical Day

 

Noon is my time to soar and rise

I open my wings and shake my tail

I search the directions of the wind

My shackles leave me be

And for now I am what I am.

Wash this face, wash those hands, and wash those feet

Don’t forget to wash your heart especially the corners

You don’t want any vermin to sit there and make eggs

Make your bed and smooth out the wrinkles

It’s 6:00 am and this is your day.

Hide your wings, cover your mouth and turn the lights off

Don’t forget to close the door behind you with the lock

You don’t want strangers to come in and go like they want

Make dinner and put the house to sleep

It’s 6:00 pm and this is the end.

Photo credit: A valkyrie by Edward Hughes