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

Gossiping with Frog-Cups

I wanted to feel you
inside out, while I peeled my skin
off your thorned bones.

I wanted to speak
your many names into the wind;
chant to all, “He’s mine!” Unwanted,
and as disposable as the twists
binding a reanimated heart to life, but mine.

Uncanny… wants
younger than the cruellest month
taste of ancient on my tongue,
when all I want is for birdsong
to bedeck the wind
(from moon till sun),
while I gossip with frog-cups.

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 29 – This Poem Has a Mission: In three stanzas, detail what (if anything) you wish to accomplish with the poems you wrote this month, or with poetry writing in general.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Frog-Cups in New York City)

Frog-CupsFrog-Cups (growing near my house)

And I Dared…

Cursed
with three legs
and a queer wheeled limb,
my life is always misery,
in a world of tightrope walkers.

Unbalanced
between two mouths and five eyes,
unable to wheel the world
without twisting a trail of wood.

Help me, Wood Faery Mother!
I need a kiss, a prince,
a carving surgeon referral…

She instant wished me
a DIY magazine.

“What am I supposed to do with this?”

Hurt,
I flung the failed wish
into a wee pond outside my window,
and wild-hearted, I wheeled into the woods
for The Cutter.

After
losing a morn, noon twice
and three nights,
I collapsed
by the wee pond outside my window.

“Cursed,”
said the three-headed girl in the pond.

Her five-eyed stare
turned into an un-prince-like glare,
I told her,
“How do you dare?”
She doubled kissed me on two mouths.

Awaken
from a magic-less sleep
of clouds, I saw… and thought,
I will kiss my Self into anything I can.

And I dared…

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for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 21 – This Poem Is a Fighter: Write a poem that challenges the veracity of at least three negative thoughts.

linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads

Tightrope Walkers, by Remedios Varo“Tightrope Walkers”, by Remedios Varo
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