Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light… just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the Self that makes Me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun—growth and blaze, life… and the rest. I know you fear full night. I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart
of your twilight, the darkness
balancing the light

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the (not so) wee notes…
– Of the Twilight the Darkness is the name of a goblin in Raising Steam, by Terry Pratchett. It’s one of my favorite names for a character… ever.
– Over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Karin asked us to join her in a wee writing exercise: pick a letter, then a word, then write, write, write… Don’t erase. Don’t fix. Don’t stop and dance the Twist. Fine, I lied about the dancing restriction. So, dance wildly if you want. I always do. It is great for the ink. After dancing like the happiest of all writing maniacs, I chose the letter “S”… “Shadows” danced out of my pencil… and I wrote about Shadow and Light and Solstice and Love and Balance… The poem you’ve just read is the Heart and Soul and Center of the wild draft.

click HERE to see the complete stitched poem bit

Not Enough

Use Your Tongue” was supposed to be tanka-prose. But I fell in pure lust with one (or 3) line-breaks, and had to write the piece as free verse. The poem below would’ve been the tanka part of it. I’m still thinking of linking the two at some point in some sort of almost tanka-prose, or in an experiment in free verse with tanka in it. Write and see, I guess…

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Not Enough

Hands are not enough
to hold my mind, use your words,
feed me cared for verbs—
my flesh will not thrive on grunts
while my soul is fed silence.
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– linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

“Gaijin Geisha”, by Shelle Kennedy