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Poems from the girlchild
When the poet realizes
When you've used every limerick and
rhyme,
Where do you turn to get a prescription
to jumpstart
the heart?
Words and worries fell together and
there's a huge mess.
Working, to sort through the recycleables
from the trash, doesn't work unless
you know
what's what from time long past.
Woven are the scraps and one-liners
to make up a new lie.
Weep for the ones with no self-warrant,
withdrawn from mirth.
Weathercocks become unable to hide from late projects
quicker than the waif's cry --
with no one present to
rely on.
While I search for wonderous words
which can combine
The widespread of killjoy
within the withering
of wishes
world,
wakens with storm.
Copyright 2005.
Writer's Block
Do I dare speak up? For alas!
my words have become my puppets again.
Oh wait, the sentences are halting to a stop.
And I am left with nothing
but a few lines on a sheet of paper,
dabbed on by pen ink.
Copyright 2005.
Laws and Theories Combined Can
Only Lead to Spontaneous Combustion
No, I don't know how or have the time to untangle
the transcendentalism from the chaos theory.
Puzzlements hang overhead like Spanish moss,
gasping for the breath of you,
only to make you itch.
I keep on walking down the circular road,watching the others move.
It's a play. It's a game. It's a gamble. It's a bluff.
Newton's lie has not lied, but just what moved us into this?
Sin and humanity have been fused together;
maybe that was the pull that started it all. Tweedly-dee!
Let's keep on walking! One of us will make a
map. 'Hey, pal, don't worry, I've got your back.
Whoops, sorry about that fall.' That's only another false
idea down into the cracks.
It's getting to be night. I'll wait here and rest.
A new idea will fly down from some unknown star and will crash
into the head.
Wow, all these numbers, letters and symbols are crowding in fast.
Congratulations all! (Hands clap) We've discovered a new constellation, theory or law undecided.
But we've got a check mark besides the line,
'on which something we can rely.'
Watch out for the papers! My head's about to erupt!
Copyright 2005.
C. has agreed to let me put more of her poetry in my blog. Her last offerings turned her into a comment junkie. She wants me to put in here that she welcomes constructive criticism.
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C--You put words together in a wonderful way; incredibly well, in fact, for someone your age (I'm sure you hate hearing the age thing!) My only thought is that I was taught that the essence of poetry was economy of words. Distill a thought to the bare fewest words to convey the meaning. To me, the starker they are, the more powerful they are. Does that make sense? Lisa :-] http://journals.aol.com/mlram
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She's 14.
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OK I need to ask.. how old is the girlchild? She has insight I cant put into words at my age. I am so very impressed.
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Constructive encouragement is easily applied here. She has such depth and appeal to the senses. The writer who can navigate words, and pull in their reader has talent that I believe is only come by naturally. Expressing the good, the hard, and the painful is form of expression I appreciate very much. Keep writing and sharing.
Rebecca
http://journals.aol.com/justaname4me2/InTheShadowOfTheIris/
4/25/05 5:21 PM