The Sun Wants to Die

Sanna said “Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness.” Yep, my Luvs, she believes that the upcoming birthdays of two deliciously wicked writers (Rommy and moi) are best celebrated with dark poetry. Since I believe she’s correct, here is my dark bit:

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the night heard
my side of our bed
shivering—
my spring turns wintry
when your heart is gone

in nightmares
my lips say nothing
of our love,
my blood refuses
to ink you and me

the sun wants to die
without you
my self grows hollow

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“I’m almost undone,”
you whisper.

And I breathe again.

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the wee notes…
– I’m terming the first two stanzas of this poem Thinner Tanka—traditional tanka calls for 5 lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllables each. I’ve thinned mine down to 3-5-3-5-5. I like it.
– Sanaa, over at Prompt Nights, asked us to find inspiration in the work of a favorite dark poet. I chose T.S. Eliot: “The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Flash 55) and to Poets United.

“Woman in Bed of White”, by Linda Robertson
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I Fully Intended It to Look Like a Slightly Crooked Penis

After my last blackout incident, I began to experiment. I’ve been searching for different ways to present my poem bits. Ripping the edges worked once, so I tried it again. This time, I was going for an eerily melty, slightly crooked penis look. It seems I got it, don’t you think?
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You’ve probably already guessed that I used recycled coffee filters as my canvas. The rest of my supplies included a small hammer, a very thin nail, a needle and some light green thread.

I wrote the expanded poem bit on the coffee filter, and tore the blackout’s edges to form the organ. Once the shape could be appreciated in all its crooked glory, I took the wee hammer and nail and punched two rows of crisscrossed holes all around it. Then came the stitching.

This was my first fully intentional project. I, of course, shall continue my crafty exploration. And only Fate (and a rather imaginative naughty Universe) knows what image we’ll get next.

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a (not so) wee note…
– Do I have to shout “April Fools’ Day?” I hope not. Still, my crafty organ and I have some serious explaining to do. Let me start by saying that the only April Fools element of this post is the title… more accurately, my claim to have intended to shape the blackout like a penis. The truth is that I worked on this piece in the middle of the night, while I was in lot of pain. I didn’t realize what the thing looked like until my Piano Man walked up to me and said, “Is that a penis?” Then completely horrified, he added, “And you are stitching it!” I stopped the needled, took a good look, and burst out laughing. I roared so hard I forgot about the pain.
– If you are thinking that Freud would have a field day with this piece, then we share similar thoughts… especially if you are cackling hysterically while thinking said thoughts. 😀