Fate of My Love
Strange and penetrating seas
hold the key in her breast
a foil nest worth remembering.
Can she understand me, my transparent cure?
For she soothes, alas! My debt and demands
she soothes, straight and refreshing.
Does the Blonde Rose brood?
Sun-numb, she carries honor,
her aim towards Life in Exile.
No regard to peril, her voice,
contained, calm, grave,
holds the inflection of the
cherished voices of saints.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
A Found Poem
tuesday, september 9th
Odds are good
you'll be wrangling
inappropriate quantities, or
finding yourself cooking
dinner for four
with half a bag of
carrot sticks and a
jar of mustard.
All you can do is your best.
Odds are good
you'll be wrangling
inappropriate quantities, or
finding yourself cooking
dinner for four
with half a bag of
carrot sticks and a
jar of mustard.
All you can do is your best.
My Poor Atempt at a Sonnet
Silly Games
I never quite understood the way
you bit your lip while smoking your cigarettes,
or how your loving tongue would play
on each and every last of my regrets.
I often sat alone and wept on nights
your outline traced our blankets and sheets
while fresh in my mind were our fights,
your gorgeous smile through my painful defeats.
She called again last week. I would have sworn
her voice whispered your name before the click
of the dial tone leapt at my ear. My scorn
you ignored while you thought you were slick.
Women may pretend, but always know the truth.
While men may play games, actions lie as proof.
I never quite understood the way
you bit your lip while smoking your cigarettes,
or how your loving tongue would play
on each and every last of my regrets.
I often sat alone and wept on nights
your outline traced our blankets and sheets
while fresh in my mind were our fights,
your gorgeous smile through my painful defeats.
She called again last week. I would have sworn
her voice whispered your name before the click
of the dial tone leapt at my ear. My scorn
you ignored while you thought you were slick.
Women may pretend, but always know the truth.
While men may play games, actions lie as proof.
A List Poem
Things I've Lost
I lost a library book once in the third grade: I remember
scrambling on hands and knees, searching behind my
hamster's dirty cage after tearing through our dusty attic,
praying for a miracle.
I lost my dear stuffed rabbit at the mall
cried and screamed until my mother, sick with panic,
found it tattered as I'd left it in the women's dressing room.
I lost my brother's favorite mitt, purposely (of course) -
until he threatened to break my face.
I lost my first boyfriend when he
didn't come back for the second grade.
I can't remember missing him.
I lost my mother's car keys, and spent hours
convincing her to stay home while I subtly
upset dirty clothes and checked through dresser drawers.
I lost your name yesterday, when you fought through crowds
at the grocery store just to say hello. Our suffering
through awkward stops and starts seemed
punishment for kindness.
I lost the chance to be "Daddy's girl," thanks in part
to a few too many beers, a couple crisply
rolled joints, and something he likes to call
his "disease."
*Note: Each 2nd, 3rd, 4th, line should be indented. I hate html.
I lost a library book once in the third grade: I remember
scrambling on hands and knees, searching behind my
hamster's dirty cage after tearing through our dusty attic,
praying for a miracle.
I lost my dear stuffed rabbit at the mall
cried and screamed until my mother, sick with panic,
found it tattered as I'd left it in the women's dressing room.
I lost my brother's favorite mitt, purposely (of course) -
until he threatened to break my face.
I lost my first boyfriend when he
didn't come back for the second grade.
I can't remember missing him.
I lost my mother's car keys, and spent hours
convincing her to stay home while I subtly
upset dirty clothes and checked through dresser drawers.
I lost your name yesterday, when you fought through crowds
at the grocery store just to say hello. Our suffering
through awkward stops and starts seemed
punishment for kindness.
I lost the chance to be "Daddy's girl," thanks in part
to a few too many beers, a couple crisply
rolled joints, and something he likes to call
his "disease."
*Note: Each 2nd, 3rd, 4th, line should be indented. I hate html.
The Gray Side of Life
Gray mornings wordlessly collapse
into faded blue sunsets
that unfold unnoticed.
A stream of endless days and
worn out bodies begging for
something worth dying for.
While sunken eyes trace
soft midsections and slowly
disappearing Prozac prescriptions.
Distant yesterdays scream of hollow
tomorrows, slightly cracked smiles, and
faces carved with the worries of
lives not fully lived.
into faded blue sunsets
that unfold unnoticed.
A stream of endless days and
worn out bodies begging for
something worth dying for.
While sunken eyes trace
soft midsections and slowly
disappearing Prozac prescriptions.
Distant yesterdays scream of hollow
tomorrows, slightly cracked smiles, and
faces carved with the worries of
lives not fully lived.
Wow.
Holy crap.
So, I have no good explanation as to why I seem to have fallen off the face of the planet. None at all. Granted, the summer was a bit ridiculous. I was working about 35-40 hours a week, on top of being in a musical. However! Not a good excuse to neglect my writing. Which, I'll freely admit, I did a good job of this summer. But I am back! And I'm going to attempt to make these promises to myself:
1.) To update this blog AT LEAST once a week. I'm currently in two creative writing classes (one poetry, one fiction), so I have no shortage of material.
2.) To revise more of my work, and to post those revisions for the world to see. Revising is not one of my strong points, as I seem to be of the mindset that everything I write is perfect the first time around. (ha.)
That being said, to follow are some of the things I have been working on!
~Caitlin
So, I have no good explanation as to why I seem to have fallen off the face of the planet. None at all. Granted, the summer was a bit ridiculous. I was working about 35-40 hours a week, on top of being in a musical. However! Not a good excuse to neglect my writing. Which, I'll freely admit, I did a good job of this summer. But I am back! And I'm going to attempt to make these promises to myself:
1.) To update this blog AT LEAST once a week. I'm currently in two creative writing classes (one poetry, one fiction), so I have no shortage of material.
2.) To revise more of my work, and to post those revisions for the world to see. Revising is not one of my strong points, as I seem to be of the mindset that everything I write is perfect the first time around. (ha.)
That being said, to follow are some of the things I have been working on!
~Caitlin
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