These blank pages lay empty,Hi guys! I am SO sorry for the long silence, but I think this piece explains why I sort of went into a shell. Missed you all and am hoping to get back into the groove of things …. MUCH LOVE!
I yearn to fill them with love, hate, joy or melancholy
But expression weighs thin, while desire to fill each page burns feverishly within.
My voice is trapped within fear’s cage,
I am as an unsure artist, paralyzed as I take the stage. These sheets are naked,
I yearn to clothe them with my emotion,
to bathe them in “self” with each stroke of ink
and bear my soul’s devotion; to let my heart speak. But I am hunted by barren imagination born of caution’s defeat.
Like a rain cloud, I am pregnant with word,
but the fear to birth them keeps a voice unheard.
…Anxiety seems to stifle this song bird. I sought approval from an unseen audience,
I suppressed “true self ” and lost “true vision”
Bringing death to many expressions from fear of rejection,
This, the cause of a long-ass intermission. From fear’s cage I now break free,
I seek my voice’s redemption; my Immortality….
Throwing caution to the wind I allow these words unwind.
No longer will I let the audience my words define
For these sheets, these pages… they are not their space, they are mine…
A Homeless Child
The child wanders the streets,
day after day,
With only tattered clothes on his back,
And no where to stay,
Affection is now a memory,
From his family he got deserted,
Now he has to it on his own,
Even though he don’t deserve it,
It’s a daily struggle,
Just to find something to eat,
With holes in his shoes,
Day 23 saw napowrimo challenge us to write an ekphrastic poem — that is, they tell us, ‘a poem that responds to or is otherwise inspired by a work of art’. Probably the most famous ekphrastic poem in English is Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn, but, say napowrimo, ‘there is no lack of modern ekphrastic work’. Examples include, Auden’s…