Yay, received my first award–thanks, Jade! I didn’t even know such things existed, but it seems a good way to interact with a lovely community of writers, so I’m in. 🙂
According to the rules, I’ve got to pass this award on to 10 other bloggers, and they have to have excellent blogs. Nominated bloggers must post seven things about themselves. Hey, if you’re bored, you could even write it in verse, too. 🙂
I like coffee and poetry. Nothing special.
A dark roast, with a dash of milk and silent
music, by a clear sunlit window.
I’d like to say I’m not a hipster,
but I suppose my penchant for this fashion
of things to like automatically
shoves me in that box. Along with
my use of ‘penchant,’ a pretty ornamentation
some may deem useless, but which I will
not have replaced with any other word
because it tinkles, bell-like, in my ears
and glitters, silver and jade, in this crate–
this dark, cluttered crate
through which I wade,
straining for glimpses of myself.
In this crate things real and fake get muddled.
There’s coffee and poetry, as I’ve said,
but also plain rice and pumpkin,
what I had for breakfast and other
mundane things and sin, sin, sin
I could have chosen instead
but I picked these two, coffee and poetry,
because they seemed safe enough,
familiar points on tried, charted territory.
I could have written of love, my love,
my golden and broken heart, but I’m afraid–
it’s probably tarnished, trapped in too much hate.
In my box–
whatever box it is–
there are layers of evil I will not list.
Still, there’s hope. It lies
at the bottom. The end of this abyss.
Face and mask
mask each other,
betray each other,
become each other.
I guess it doesn’t matter.
The crate, anyway, is not secure.
Its shape shifts, it sags, its store
changes constantly, warped
with impurities pouring
in and out of its pores,
its face pockmarked with wormholes,
fault lines and pitfalls of fear,
or tunnels, or clear
through which souls
Okay, so I kind of got carried away, but there’re about 7 things put together in the above … thing that looks like a poem.
And now I’m going to pass on this award to …
- Kat Myrman
- Daniel Swearingen
- Dees Daily Journal
- Merlina Padma
- Sue Vincent
- Jane Dougherty
- Anthony Wilson
- George Szirtes
- John Field
I’ve come across some great poetry / poetic prose in these blogs. No obligations to participate if you don’t want to though. 🙂
Anyone else can participate too; I’m always happy to know more people. 🙃