Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We discuss weird things, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting five of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.
Branded and retching a slime in my eyes
No reason to this doubts and lies stumped
I’d put a patch on both eyes
if they weren’t already black
misused, misplaced, and out of tune
I hope I can get out of this rut soon
Insidious clues over the hills pointed on high
hot air balloons flood the sky with colors
and as I stagger into the
morning light, I’ll hear the
Last year I invited poets to write a few lines about love on my old blog. What is it and what does it mean? How can we unravel something so painfully elusive? This year I invited them back to reflect a year later: Helle Gade, Regina Puckett, and Poppy Ruth Silver.
Hearts are like fragile, breakable beasts
When we yield to love’s unforgiveable feasts
We’ll partake of what it offers without any regret
Any pretend we won’t drown in its undefeatable debt
– Regina Puckett
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There is only the
softness of your heartbeat, merged
– Poppy Silver
A steady gaze, calm,
Prescient worlds, universes;
– Justin Bog
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I was thinking though and I can’t accurately describe love right now just because of where I am. I hope to have an answer one day, but for now the very thing eludes me and is drenched in a kind of monochrome nostalgia with hues of yellow.
– Timothy Giles
The sloom of sense,
the first confusion of limerance,
the equal joy of redemancy:
– Michelle Franklin
The feel of a new book, knowing you have a new escape
Finding a new show to watch on Netflix, learning there’s two seasons
Meeting someone for the first time, finding out they actually like your jokes
Waking up to a Saturday morning, sitting down to write right away
Seeing that same person again who liked your jokes, laughing together again
Love is many things, our interests, escapes, but it’s also the feeling of never being alone
It’s the feeling of finding those things that make us feel closer to others.
– Dan Leicht (D.e.e.L)
In love, we are, at best…inadequate.
We have mastered infatuation
Manipulation, copulation and lies.
We have embraced jealousy, envy and resentment.
Love is free
From all these things.
I’m not saying we’re not learning.
I’m not giving up Hope.
I try to love every day,
In this I know,
Until I defeat selfishness & self-hate
The heart I have to offer
Is nothing more than illusion
A dictionary definition.
– Natasha Head
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Wall punch your way
A friend asked me today
What love meant to me
And what I had to say
I drew a blank
And I have to thank you
For getting out of it-
What does love mean to me
Is it the thing that has
Caused me countless
Hours of misery
Heart ache and pain
Wall punch your way
Through another day of love
Or is it the other
Heart melting through your
Fingertips kind of way
Love is like an IV drip
Keeping me alive another day
I like to think the latter
At least that is what keeps me
Coming back for more
– Chris McQueeney
A beautiful woman approached a man and asked him for a light, he picked up his lighter and lit her cigarette. He never spoke, she stood watching him and walked away. For most of the night he could she her watching him but not once did he show any interest. The bar closed and he walked through the dark streets before a woman’s voice asked him to stop. “Do you not think I’m beautiful?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “Would you like to spend the night?” she asked him, but he shook his head. “You are the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen, but it cannot be” he said. “Then tell me why?” she questioned. He answered, “Someone waits at home for me, she makes me laugh but also makes me cry, she helps me but can make the bitter of arguments, she has gone through so much with me and to me she is the most beautiful woman that will always shine through my eyes”. The woman kissed the man on the cheek, but as she turned to walk away said; “You are both blessed to know true love, I wish I could find love like that”.
– Christopher G.J. Smith
Love speaks in whispers
Holding shoulder, looking into eyes,
And when cries in longing
Pierces through the mellowed
Breast of the skies.
It arrives unannounced
On tip-toe, like a gentle breeze
Through lonely nights,
And when leaving
Slams the door so hard
That a thunder roars
With the feral vengeance of death,
Which reverberates through the soul.
Love, when it meets you
Nourishes the soul,
And in awkward shyness smiles.
It keeps you up long nights
Writing reams and running longest miles.
– Saket Suryesh
About two weeks ago I posted a poetry workshop called Joy of Writing. I had some great responses and plan to post another this Sunday. Here are two poems written from the previous exercise by Kim Stapf and Brock Gates.
by Kim Stapf
I touch the sky
With my eye
Watching the clouds go bye
Snapping a picture
The clouds move quicker
With just one clicker
I catch the picture
My lover from another realm
by Brock Gates
She loves the blue earth
The elegant blue marble we float away on in the cosmic
We love the skies in the twilight and at midnight
With bountiful heavenly bodies so illustriously close and yet
so vast and far away
We oscillate our voices with natures rhythmic tone
Of crickets and night song
I remember that hill
That we met on that summer night
Hidden love bright moon light
That was in another life