An Unleashing

I was writing a note to remind future me why this blog would show a wee hole between Dec 2018 and Jan 2019, when I noticed that said note—titles and quotes from writings I posted on my other blog (now gone) during the mentioned period—read a lot like a poem. Of course, I just could not resist the urge to share the moment with you, so here’s the frankensteined piece:

 

In darkness, I’ve found the brightest of all thrills.

I don’t fear
weight or time,
not while knowing
whatever may come
will bring more
of you and me.

Sun light is my favorite
food for flesh,
but my soul feasts best
on the dark of the moon.

I know nothing about clog dancing, Jon Snow.

I
spell words
(inked from living)
out of my (un)emptying
hollows.

Reclaiming
the ways that made me
makes me more.

I kissed Imagination on the mouth,
freed my beast into storied meadows, trusted
my heart to brew fresh life out of deadly sap.

Journaling
in wild ink, my soul shall be
deeply cleansed.

Want to feel me, luv,
truly fill my deep and wild?
tale me and poem.

Stuck
between chest and skull,
unspoken words rot.

 

blacked out (and stitched) from the last two stanzas
of Mary Oliver’s “At Black River”

 

a bit more
– the last stanza and the blackout made it into the piece because of Susie’s prompt, “Why do you write poetry?”, which refuses to leave my skull.
– I’m deleting my Blogger blog. I’ve kept it as backup, since it was my 1st blog ever. But it’s time to let go. If this blog runs into trouble again, I will kick that bridge when I get to it.
– linked to Poets United.