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

63 thoughts on “She Kissed Me Hotly on the Mouth

  1. Sometimes a bit of innocent experimentation can lead to amazing things! LOL Your surprise and delight at discovering a new way of expression is wonderful. Thank you for sharing your words and thank you for inspiring us!

    • When I first read your comment, I didn’t get the joke. You see, I don’t listen to modern music… So I had no idea who Katy Perry was. I’m at least 25 years behind when it comes to music I like. So I did some research… and oh my freaking gods of plagiarism by ignorance! How peculiar (and embarrassing), huh? But like they say, all ideas have already been thought by someone… I better add her experimentation to my process note, too.

    • It was quite yummy, indeed! I hope you keep your blog active, Mary. Through poetry or through any other kind of writing (or sharing your photography!). It would just be nice to continue seeing you around the web in this capacity. 😉 ♥ 😉

  2. How can you not love poetry when you write like that!?! Lush and vibrant. I’m glad you untied Sanity. We don’t need her anymore, do we? And I love that you included TP’s candle! Congrats on a great month, Magaly.

    • We do not need her at all, it seems. I’m starting to wonder if what made me dislike poetry so much was the way teachers and professors trying to teach it to me… Who knows…

      So glad you like the Pratchett candle. It’s still burning!

  3. I like it too–and this one is maybe one of my very favorites–but I can’t play favorites because I love all your poem-children. Maybe some just a weeny bit more than others—shhhhh. Anyway, you are born to write, it’s tied not to the foot of your bed, but to your blood and bones, and whatever form it takes will be fruitful and unique–still, I could never tell from what I’ve read here this month, that you *ever* hated poetry, or indeed, that you ever wrote anything else. ;_) Thanks for all the support this month, and the oh-so-writable challenges.

    • I understand those “weeny bit more than others” feelings attached to things we like. It’s how I feel about poetry and fiction (shhhhh!). But thank goodness, the more I write, the more similarities I find between the two… at the core.

      This month was a blast because of the poetry and because of the people writing it. We are lucky… ♥

  4. This was a huge and glorious undertaking that brought together a lot of people to share their words. I think the whole thing was magnificent and you, you shining star, steered and guided it. I’m so glad it cracked Poetry’s tough outer shell for you, and let you into the yumminess inside.

  5. Your opening line is so perfect, I love the progression of the story in this poem and am astounded to read in your process notes that you disliked poetry – because you write it fabulously!!!!!! So glad Poesy kissed you and you liked it. We are all the richer for it.

  6. Kiss and tell! I’d say the month seduced you. In the mouth. Poetry has some archaic conventions (“Poesy,” “Inspiration”), but its green lust springs eternal. Thanks for all the great work you did in April–may it fount the year!

  7. What an amazing poem to end off your April extravaganza! I have so enjoyed the opportunity to follow your work this month.

  8. Haha re: Katy Perry! 🙂
    I like the fingers in the plot, mixing that shit up. Excellent.
    Hey congrats, Magaly on your April triumphs! Yay!

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