Tavarilyn Posted May 4, 2011 Report Posted May 4, 2011 (edited) -stretches- Holy carp has it been so long? Geez. I mean, it wasn't like I posted here much to begin with but has it really been years...? -sheepish- So, perhaps, as penance (Pen-ance?) I shall throw myself on the mercy of a challenge and see what comes of it. -grinds off the rust- I haven't written a poem in years (are we seeing a theme here?) but I was driving home tonight and several thoughts hit me at once. I've been reading through Mardrax and James' posts, greatly impressed, so I thought "why not". And here I go..... Cheers, Tava #1: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ...safe, then sorry cancer begone, i deny you such predawn revelation as is buried point oh six millimeters below my fingernails, gripping tender soul filaments, belladonna-laced thoughts in black cages of ash flakes... flakes... flake, i named you and your succor, buried beneath layers of pith, my nesting doll with no soul or hate, no love in word or deed, all ash cakes... cakes... caked on you yet somehow always clean, buried in plain sight of my eyes, ears, nose, lips, heart and soul yet somehow always hidden in between the sheets, the love poems made of ash ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here'S a re-write of the original (listed above). Unsure about it's completeness but time will tell: ...safe, then sorry cancer begone i deny you such predawn revelation buried point oh six millimeters below my fingernails gripping tender soul filaments belladonna-laced thoughts in black cages of ash flakes... flakes... flake i named you and your succor buried beneath layers of pith my nesting doll with no soul or hate no love in word or deed all ash cakes... cakes... caked on you yet somehow always clean buried in plain sight of my eyes, ears, nose lips, heart, soul yet somehow always hidden in between the sheets the love poems made of ash Edited July 5, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Snypiuer Posted May 4, 2011 Report Posted May 4, 2011 Weellllll, O.K.! You can join! 99 more WITHIN (see how I got that part right this time!?) the next 99 days (not counting today, of course) and you, YES YOU! can have a FREE MIGHTY PEN T-SHIRT! So far, I said 3 shirts to the first three to complete the challenge and it looks like you are on your way to being number three! I like this poem and look forward to MORE from you! Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Posted May 5, 2011 #2: He loves me... he loves me not... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ruining roses loose-leaf sheaves, upon which your hand writing left lasting impressions, expressions teasing memory, sit naked in my hand. rote-scribed inscriptions, humiliation writ large righted a wrong, existentially noble largess, exist solely in my memory. rough-hewn hues, vermillion petals annihilating nihilistic desires, peddling eternal love, reflect dazedly in my eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 5, 2011 Author Report Posted May 5, 2011 (edited) Oh! And thank you, Snypiuer. :} It's good to be back. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this up. Life is very... life-y... right now. As one might expect, that makes for some wonderful (<---pfft) interruptions to the creative process. Cheers, Tav Edited May 5, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
James Crow Posted May 5, 2011 Report Posted May 5, 2011 I also hope you can keep this up. Your poems are....awesome! It is great to get another person for the challenge. Good luck, though it doesn't look like you need it, and see you at the finish line. Quote
Mardrax Posted May 6, 2011 Report Posted May 6, 2011 Indeed Tav. We'll be waiting for you there with cold beverages ready. Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 7, 2011 Author Report Posted May 7, 2011 (edited) -grins- As motivation is my worst enemy (rather, lack thereof), I hope I can keep up with the pace. I'm already behind a day or two, hehe. Got ideas, but they don't want to materialize on their own. So we'll see. Thank you, though, for the encouragement. I've been writing poetry for a goodly long time but I'm rusty; it's been years. Got a lot to live up to, with both of you lightin' up the forum daily. Thxmuch, Tava Edited May 7, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 7, 2011 Author Report Posted May 7, 2011 (edited) #3: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ bottom of the bottle the light dims as black, bleak, brittle ripples muzzy fuzziness in the distortion of life's cracks shallow breaths concuss, reverberate from their pressures the earthquake shudders pain-wracked limbs, lips, loves slide out of space-time into the gravity well well before the walls collapse, implode from their lips the lucid thoughts dip, dive, drown out of reach of hands grasping in and out and in and out through wall-eyed glass only the tableau remains from their fists ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited May 7, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Mardrax Posted May 7, 2011 Report Posted May 7, 2011 *Shrug* I haven't quite been managing daily myself, and James has had a few days of outage as well. Don't worry about it. Either way, you've nothing to live up to. You're doing this for you, not us. (And perhaps a t-shirt and drinks at the end ) And kudos for what you've been doing so far. Impressive. Quote
James Crow Posted May 7, 2011 Report Posted May 7, 2011 (edited) Exactly as Madrax said. It is only bad if you completely stop posting. Especially with the great work you been doing, if you stop it would be a crime! But the biggest thing is if you have fun. Edited May 7, 2011 by James Crow Quote
Appy Posted May 8, 2011 Report Posted May 8, 2011 What they said! *points upwards* I'm definitely impressed by your poetry. And I can imagine that doing this everyday should make it easier as you progress, once the familiar pathways in your brain are activated again Keep up the good work Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 17, 2011 Author Report Posted May 17, 2011 Thanks all! So many kind words and I've not even had a chance to leave comments for anyone else. -blush- Many apologies; I've been absent a few days. Life did it's "thing" again. Always gettin' in the way... suffice to say, the rest of this week is going to be eventful? -sighs- We'll see if I can dredge anything out of my brain. ~Tav Quote
Tavarilyn Posted May 28, 2011 Author Report Posted May 28, 2011 (edited) Quick and dirty... a lil more narrative this time, but no less introspective. Thank you for all the comments and patience and such. :} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ interim i haven't thought about you for days except when motorcycles ripped up the road at eight when the doctor called in anger at nine when lawyers wrote the custody papers at ten when the internet spread your news at eleven when our daughter had her birthday at twelve when i had my breakdown at ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited June 12, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Tavarilyn Posted June 12, 2011 Author Report Posted June 12, 2011 (edited) Just one of those nights. Lyrical, hopefully still poetic. ~Tav ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ bending flex me this way and that watch watch as i fold against your will against my will yet.... want i want, desire even need i need, hate even toss me this way and that turn turn as i bleed against your will against my will yet... hate i hate, loathe even love i love, desire even fling me this way and that burn burn as i laugh against your will against my will yet... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited June 12, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Tavarilyn Posted July 5, 2011 Author Report Posted July 5, 2011 (edited) #6... this was an in-between-er... ~Tav ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ tired I used t'think depression was.. a time of day thing. But tears are like sweat, showin' up when the hard work's done. You rethink, rework, but life's still the same. An' I turn to my girl, Honey... You love me? I love you, mama... Good, good. Cause your life's gonna change come t'morrow. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edited July 5, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
Tavarilyn Posted July 5, 2011 Author Report Posted July 5, 2011 #7... Haven't posted much lately; feelin' a lil low... ~Tav ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ life in B minor the antidepressants always pressing in destroy the bounds of my graph asymptotic poison to the wallet, to the mind supposedly natural depression cost a pretty penny to fix fixed me fixed my wallet wrapping oblivion all shiny static against the wooly walls no highs no lows stuck on the median stuck on the mean steadily realizing how average life spans wane and wax to the tune of pharmaceuticals but so over the drug my not-now drug despising all drugs despising myself rising above the normal curve yet wondering about a prescription alcohol plan cursing forward thinking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Quote
James Crow Posted July 8, 2011 Report Posted July 8, 2011 Good to see you writing again, sorry that you feel low though. Wish I could help, All I can offer is an ear, and a pen.. That seems to have ran out of ink. How embarrassing, sorry about that. So just an ear is all I have, but it is always open if you need it. Quote
Tavarilyn Posted November 15, 2011 Author Report Posted November 15, 2011 (edited) back in the saddle again? ... unsure. the verdict on life is a hung jury. i'm sure there's prose in there, but here's another poem instead.... ~tav ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ serendipity like every forward, every dedication, in every book i've ever read choke, how cliche, on the tears, memories, you and i too many short lines, not enough prose, god, please answer my calls, my emails, i love you you love her Edited November 15, 2011 by Tavarilyn Quote
reverie Posted November 24, 2012 Report Posted November 24, 2012 This is pure gold. Nice ending. Didn't think you would go for dramatic incompetent (begs the reading to complete) ending, which is why it works so well. Title could maybe be revised. No suggestions, just feels like something else could rest there too. interim i haven't thought about you for days except when motorcycles ripped up the road at eight when the doctor called in anger at nine when lawyers wrote the custody papers at ten when the internet spread your news at eleven when our daughter had her birthday at twelve when i had my breakdown at (slight tweak) Quote
Tavarilyn Posted June 5, 2017 Author Report Posted June 5, 2017 (edited) *peeks in, trying to sneak by unnoticed* Well. Five years. Talk about a hiatus! I suppose this challenge is very very inactive by now, but maybe I'll keep going, nevertheless... I think I left off on #8. Here are three more. Maybe I can make up for lost time in bulk. #9 Haunted I miss the scent of newness, The ache of growth, Where passion meets reality Where adolescence folds into adultery The twisting of like minds, like bodies, Twisting around taboos Celebrated at every turn by bodies born of lust. I miss the scent of night, The pain of smiling, At every little thing, At the essence of debauchery The forging of new bonds, new loves, Forging old hopes Into daydream fantasies of bodies born by faith. #10 yadretsey time rolled backwards yesterday, tick-ticking the milliseconds slowly, turning off the tumultuous torrent, taming the lies, the loves, tempering the deepest wishes, terminating the turmoil tenderly, tendering resignation, til time stood still... and we breathe again. #11 Hearthburn There's not enough medication To undo the alcohol cravings To pacify my longings To make me forget you I have only tears Where joy was Pathetic whispers of loss Need buried deep in the marrow of my soul A lodestone pulls me toward ruin As I waste a way to nothingness Dreaming of what could have been Of what will never be. Thanks for reading, folks. Life is, as always, a constant source of inspiration. Not always positive inspiration, but inspiration nonetheless. Until later... ~Tava Edited June 5, 2017 by Tavarilyn Quote
Snypiuer Posted June 5, 2017 Report Posted June 5, 2017 YAY!!! Missed you and your words, hope to see more ! Quote
Tavarilyn Posted June 6, 2017 Author Report Posted June 6, 2017 Thanks Snyp! Missed you guys, too. I guess we'll see what comes out of my brain next, eh? Quote
Tavarilyn Posted September 7, 2017 Author Report Posted September 7, 2017 And, I'm back... at least for a short while. Here's #12.... #12 Home burning bridges never felt as sweet as it does with you. to replace that would be a sin - but - I'd think about it if it meant never being questioned again. never again loathing tearing at my breast. making me hate you, hate me, wanting nothing more than love, love to rescue me... from home. Quote
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