She Kissed Me Hotly on the Mouth

I keep Sanity tied to the foot of Imagination’s bed…
She’s guarded by a crowd of realities
that won’t stop telling each other,
“I’m the only one!”

Sanity escaped, howling her delight
on the silver tongue of a firebird
that licked dormant heat into Poesy;

everyone suspects Imagination’s
flexuous fingers
moving deep inside that plot.

I was gazing into Poesy’s flaming eye,
when she kissed me hotly on the mouth
and spilled words onto my tongue;
once pollinated with to-be-bloomed poems,
I had to swear to kiss and tell.

I used to keep Sanity tied
to the foot of Imagination’s bed,
then Poesy kissed me…
and I liked it.

Process Note (I think I’m addicted to process notes): I used to detest poetry as much as I dislike being polite to rude people I don’t particularly care about. I wrote a few poems while in college because it was required of me. Friends who have been reading my words for a while *waves at Gina* can tell you that I cursed Shakespeare many times and “weave[d] a circle round him thrice” hoping he would choke on “the milk of Paradise”. I can’t remember when poetry stopped being a chore, but I’m certain that this year’s 30-poem offering to the Cruellest Month has altered my feelings towards poetry forever. And I like it.

Process Note Amendment (added on 5/1/15): It seems that I nearly committed plagiarism by musical ignorance. Simply mortifying… I don’t listen to contemporary music, so when Björn left a comment saying that I had “weaved in a reference to Katy Perry” in my poem, I drew a blank. I googled the name, and a minute later, Ms. Perry was telling me that she had kissed a girl and she “liked it”. Our kissing partners might have been different, but the theme and word choice are similar enough to make this uncanny. I just love when weird things happen between strangers. 😀

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NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 30 – Poetry Gone Wild: You choose your topic.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (for Isadora’s Bang, Whimper, Hiss)

The quoted lines in the process note were borrowed from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”. And the first stanza of the poem is part of “Self-Love in the Time of Chaos”, written by moi.

Candle Flamethe flame from Terry Pratchett’s candle

Poetry Gone Wild

We’ve written 29 poems in 29 days. If anyone had suggested this madness a few months ago, I would have said, “You’re freaking nuts! I enjoy the variety offered by my blog. I write whatever I want, whenever I want, in any format I want… 30 days of poetry would put anyone in the loony bin… or leave them not wanting to write a poem for at least 28 dark moons and a partial eclipse.”

Yes, I’m almost sure I would have said at least half of that, bejeweled with unpleasant words. And I would have been wrong without knowing it. Filling the cruellest month with poetry is one of the most satisfying things I’ve done in a long time (aside from, well, you know… the sex-making thing *that’s like lovemaking, but louder*… stop giggling, you knew I was going to say it). Anyway, back from the tangent… Poetizing April has been great. But we aren’t done yet. We must write the 30th.

For day 30 of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015 (the last day!), You choose your topic, my Wicked Luvs. I can’t wait to see what your Muse will say when nothing is asked of her.

Instructions? Nah… If we don’t know what to do by now, then we are doomed!

I wrote this, and posted it on Instagram, the day I decided to join the challenge… At the time, I thought I was going to base all my poetry on chronic pain. I’m glad I modified things…