My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Thursday, August 12, 2010

Day 2/3 - Whoops

Okay. For the sake of practicality, I've decided something. Instead of a poem a day, i will be TECHNICALLY writing seven poems a week. Now, that may sound like the same thing but it's not. This way, if I miss a day, I won't worry about it and I'll just make sure I'm caught up by the time every Monday rolls around.

Anway, my poem for the day is one that shows the kind of pure emotion that I often find poetry is good for
upchucking. I usually don't revise these types of poems much, but hopefully it isn't too painful.

pressure in my throat, blocking breath
racing of my pulse, pounding blood
quiver in my chin, predicting tears
waver in my voice, begging: "longer"
clenching of my fingers, gripping you
hesitation on the steps, looking back
tears upon my cheeks, revealing sorrow
pleas through my lips, expressing pain
loving in my soul, demanding you
echo in my mind, remembering goodbye
smile parts my lips, feigning survival
kissing shares your scent, foreshadowing hello
weight in my soul, feeling death
knowledge in my mind, sure of love
knowledge in my heart, sure of love
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