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    dots Submission Name: Lecture Poems: Set 1dots

    Author: saartha
    ASL Info:    27/F/US
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 230/393/145
    Words: 216
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       People have suggested I post more. So here are a few 'poetry drabbles' that I have written in class the past few weeks while not paying attention in class. They are rough and unplanned. Consider them as a look into the thought process that goes behind my proper poetry.

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    dotsLecture Poems: Set 1dots

    Growing thin and ill,
    it stutters and moans bluely
    that distant, lost sky.

    Creation becomes a thing of
    microbes and acid, primordial
    asteroid enzymes. This is
    our new beginning: Earth
    pulling herself together like a woman
    puts up her hair.

    I am not in love, but the wind
    deepened around him. Leaning smoothly
    at the waist, he passed beneath
    the nut-heavy tree. I am only
    taken by the fluidity of him
    how his yellow Berber shoes scuffed
    unhurriedly into the distance.

    The monster
    broke it down for us:

    “Rejected, I reject. The labyrinth
    is my own twisting heart. It keeps
    me from them. It keeps
    them from me.

    And them from them.
    And me from me.

    It is easy to define yourself
    in opposition. You do not have
    to look farther than that.”

    He fell silent and accepted
    a sword into his chest. We
    excluded ourselves from his death,
    went back to our own lairs,
    our own high walls, the snakes
    taking root in our heads.

    Forgot to say: the light
    tucked away like the legs
    of a bird in flight. Night fell
    mouthless upon the land,
    It received nothing and gave
    nothing and was briefly,
    inarticulately made content.

    Submitted on 2011-10-10 15:24:57     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    1: >_<
    2: I dunno...
    3: meh!
    4: Pretty cool
    5: Wow!

    ||| Comments |||
      My favourite is definitely #4, though I like the last one a lot as well.

    "It is easy to define yourself in opposition" is an excellent, highly quotable line that should definitely remain untouched if you should decide to refine these a little.

    I am all for raw poetry. Poems, like shoes, can be too polished. Take out all the scuffs, and suddenly they don't tell a story anymore. Or maybe they don't show a story any more.

    I am fascinated by how writers write. I know how I write, how I would like to write, and wonder how many poets, (or novelists for that matter) know exactly what they want to say before trying to say it. I never really seem to, and when I attempt to write something with more intent, it is sure to fall flat.

    Good things write themselves, I think. We are just a vehicle, perhaps.

    Enjoyed this very much.

    Take Care,

    | Posted on 2011-11-02 00:00:00 | by Soul-Hugger | [ Reply to This ]
      I enjoy the way the words lead your thoughts in a multitude of directions and create these images flowing like dreams in a way but also like soft building blocks coming together to suddenly form a hard fact or a quick slap here and there to just slowly melt back into the flow etc. and becone dreamy again.
    | Posted on 2011-10-11 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
      i like the first and last ones especially.

    i used to sit in my modern american poetry class and write poetry...the professor would get on tangents and i would zone him out...but he was a favorite teacher of mine.

    i used to go up to him the next day with my poems and say "i wrote these yesterday during class"

    instead of getting mad..he would be delighted and ask if he could read them...

    nothing like daydreaming into poems.

    | Posted on 2011-10-10 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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