Gifts of the Poetic Nature

Yesterday, I was reading some poetry aloud with my sister in the room. She tempted me with three topics: depression (huh?), Joyful, and Wildlife.





~Palm Leaves~
I prefer lush, green grass wet from sprinklers.
Maybe even high grade AstroTurf
to avoid worms
and bugs
and dirt

because I'd like to stay clean.

I don't care for the Sahara or tall stalks of
bleached yellow weeds were lions
roam and zebras prance and
hippopotamus
submerge themselves

underwater kind of like how I do
when I'm being wild
and living my life.

And wearing shades so that
the hot sun doesn't burn me.


Sweet Sweet Poetry

Mind the Gap

Long ago when I was
small, you used to call me
beautiful.
And let me eat cookie dough and
spend all your money at
chuck e. cheese's.

You know of that place?

Where kids can be kids?

That's where I was a kid.
That's where I was your kid.


And somehow we started using orange juice instead of milk for cereal.
And I laughed at the strangeness. How cool.
And then things got more strange.
And I thought it was cool that

you were thousands of miles away.

And then you were

here

and then you were

there

here

there

here

there

Where are we again?
This gap is cool.


But the distance created distance.

And I'm over here

And you're over there.

And the middle is so far.

From both of us.

I can't stretch that far.

(And you won't.)

But do you still see me?
Can you hear my voice?
Did you see me grow?
Teach me how to ride a bike?

I taught myself how to ride a bike.
People say:
You never forget how to ride a bike.
But, they also say that

fathers

don't leave

daughters.

And we both know that isn't true.


I forgot three times.
Every single time, 1, 2, 3 I taught myself.
And I was over here

And you were over there.

And it was still cool.


Not that long
ago, when I was

ye tall

I was there.

And I was worried that all that time

you were there

that I was too strange, because

I was here.

But they say: fathers love daughters.
And they are true.

I cried.

I cried.

I felt love.

I felt love.

I felt loved.

I felt loved.

And it wasn't cool anymore.

Because I will always be here.

Hammer Time (Except Replace Hammer with Meme)

1. Wacky Formatted Poetry:
Although, my thoughts are all over the place, generally speaking, I write linearly.  I don't want my thoughts to be boxed in so, I do crazy things with placement/spacing/etc. I like to change the format to throw off the cadence. I like to give people more time to digest what I'm writing. Most of all, I like to entertain and engage the eye. Everything is more surprising when you have to chase it down.

2. New Friends:
Sheesh, very broad prompt. New friends online or in RL? I'll touch on both.  In RL, I'm despicably shy so it takes me a long time even to say "hello."  It makes me sad because I am quite friendly, but my bashfulness always gets the best of me, so people think I'm conceited and/or a bitch. But, I always try to cultivate friendships that will last the long haul. On the internet, I've been in the community for a very long time, but it wasn't until recently (August 2011), that I actually started talking to people. I feel like I missed out now. There is so much awesomeness online and I can't believe how varied everyone is. Everyone has lives and it's so cool that I'm intersecting with people on more than one plane.

3. Adoration:
I always say that adoration is better than love. You can love someone from a far, but you've got to be in their presence to adore them. I just looked up the word and I don't have much to add outside of the fact that the word reminds me of the Renaissance.

4. The Colour Blue:
That's odd! I prefer the color red. However, I do like writing about colors as I find them impossibly evocative and blue is quite popular. It makes me think of Picasso and sadness. The color blue is best served via denim.  I have blue floral curtains and a hulk blanket outlined in blue.