Of The Cliffs

Alright this one's rather mediocre. Rougher than some of the others I've posted. Obviously needs work. But I think it has some nice lines. Tell me what you think!

I want to be there on the cliffs
Looking at the moon across the sea
Watching the never ending waves
As they drift slowly, slowly away from me
In their parabolas of shadow
And the moon hitting them just right
Dotting the sea with glints of silver
Pockets of depthless shining light
And to sit there by the seaside
Only the surf on the rocks to speak
Calling softly in the abyss of nighttime
Just the moon, the sea and me

This one also seems to be a follow-up, in a way, to my poem "The Waveless Sea." Perhaps that's just me. The rhyming, cadence, theme of the sea...I just really like those elements, I suppose! :)

Of Fleetingness

I grasped it for an instant
Felt like the sea spray against my face
Pounding the rocks with a boom like dynamite
Fresh like nothing before
But then Master Sand came
And blew it all away
Like thin strands
Seeds that had not yet grasped roots
And I drifted away into mindless sleep

Of Fear

Oh how dark the world is
Before the sun comes up
And oh how deep the sea is
Too deep for any cup
But a dark world presents itself
In mysterious ways
There's something new to explore
On every single page
And a deep sea hides mysteries
In its silken waters
So maybe just the fear itself
Is really the only problem?

Of A Writer's Written Word on Writing

To write, oh, to write is to get up from bed
Let your spirit soar above your head
Dream the undreamable!
Think the unthinkable!
I know it's cliche, but it borders unwritable
To write the unwritten, what can't be wrote
Is the sweetest song in a songbird's note
To write is to free, restrict, simply to breathe
Unbreathe the air, breathe in the world
Breathe the breath that breaches the barrier
Let yourself go, connected by sever
The cord, the chord that ties you to song
Song of the living, the unliving, the dead
The word isn't spoken for it to be heard
Sometimes it flies or swims like a bird
Go out to the Earth, go into yourself
Find the word, the word that's a song
Think, just think, let your spirit soar
Go into the song-land, the unwritable, the heart's true folklore


Inspiration: Walt Whitman, Song of Myself (http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1900.html)

Of VMFA Poetry Reading

Last Thursday, I participated in a talent show-type thing at the VMFA in which I read my poem "Formed Poetry" (text form of poem also on blog). I know people wanted to go, but weren't able for various reasons, but still wished to see the performance. So, here you all are! Bad quality, I'm sorry - it was the only format I could use to upload it. :P Nevertheless, enjoy.



BTW this is my first video! :) A milestone.

Of altered books

Ok, this is a new type of poem. I discovered it on StumbleUpon. It's called "altered books." What you do is you (carefully) take out a page from an old book and choose words from it to form a poem. You decorate it, too, to fit the mood of your poem. It's fun! Don't worry, this was one of the worse-for-wear books I owned - it was destined for the recycling bin anyway. So sad, but I figured this is a better future for it. ;) Check out two I did:




Try making your own! I have plenty of pages left over - ask me for one. :)

For more altered books: www.logolalia.com/alteredbooks

Of Tiptoe

This one I wrote back in February and meant to post, but got too lazy. So, here we go.

For some reason when you tiptoe
Your steps come out louder than ever
You notice every crack of the floor
And the thump your foot makes
No matter how lightly you step
Your footsteps always seem to boom
Every step a shout out
For some reason when the world is silent
No footstep can escape notice