A Caged Tongue

Nightmares are me
tongueless, my skull
a cage for thought,

my dying mind screaming,

Burst at the mouth now,
lest I implode later!

my mouth empty
of words,

dead to words.
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Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”.

The Poet Needs No Gloom

To create art is “[t]o evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then, by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling.” ~ Leo Tolstoy, in What Is Art?

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The poet needs no gloom
to craft verses that swallow
the night’s dark—the world
chants of darkness, waiting
to be written into lit words
that speak of all life.

Poems aren’t always self-lived
moments;
but to survive (and to grow),
poetry must be
filled with well-tasted living—

a life-kissed quill
inspires
thought and feels.

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the wee notes…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Blacked out from handwritten poem bits I share on Instagram, and stitched to recycled coffee filters (I can’t drink coffee, so I look for any excuse to sniff it *mad giggles*).

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. 😀