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aSocial Butterfly

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Oh Butterfly,
Trapped in a prison of its own device-
Four walls and a floor made of glass;
comfortably confining, a contradiction.
It stares out at the world through these walls
wishing, pining, hoping for release.
Yet, the release that it desires
comes at time of its own choosing-
It need only spread its wings
and soar towards the heavens;
to the freedom of the skies,
To the saintly touch of another.
But these glass walls magnify the world,
Distorting its view-
Creating monsters that seem bigger and closer
than they really are.
Even though freedom beckons,
Fright holds its wings closed.
Yet, when Fear takes hold
The Lepidoptera need only close its eyes,
feel the breeze from above,
and trust in the power of its lissome wings
to overcome the vast visions
of its self imposed confinement.
So, fair sky Contessa,
Shall you shudder behind glass all your short life,
and watch the fugacious world fade away?
or will you transform your fear into courage
and leave your four walls behind?
trapped no more in a prison of your own device
Oh Butterfly?
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I, Butterfly

I, Butterfly

What has been written

that has not already been written?

What has been said

that has not already been said?

Is there no new place,

no new frontier

that man and his imagination

have not explored?

Can’t a single sparklight up a darkened room?

Can’t a lonely whisper

give voice to those once silent?

Is there not one action

that cannot change the universe?

Is there not one ripple

that cannot be felt across space and time?

 

 

***This is something originally written at least 10 years ago.  It only existed as the words on the left column. I cut many words and added a little balance; I gave it wings so to speak.

Taking the Plunge: Self Publication

So, I have decided that I am going to compile a short chapbook to give away and possibly sell during poetry readings.  I love making books, and this will be no exception.  The last book I made, I used paper I created (complete with flowers) and sewed it together by hand.

My list of questions:

1. Which poems should I include?

2.Should I also include my photography?

3.What should I name it??

4. How many should I make??

5. What materials should I use?

I googled, “How to make a chapbook.” and found a good 8 sheet template (16 book pages).

I am using the following resources to help in this endeavor:

http://nataliethompson.ca/2012/11/20/an-entry-about-my-chapbooks/

http://www.vanessakeccles.com/2011/06/how-to-create-your-own-chapbook.html

I will be posting updates including photos to document this exciting event. 🙂

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Ode to Time

This next post is a poem that I wrote as a senior in high school.  I included in a letter that was supposed to be given to me at my 10 year reunion.  The poem wasn’t that great, but having something from my past was neat!

Ode to Time

Ticking, ticking, Ticking

Invincible, Invisible clock,

The horrible hands hail life eternaltime

Upon death’s destructive door.

Moving, Moving, Moving

Man mirrored miraculously

Moving, moving, moving

Forward finally failing

Falling, falling, falling

Towards truth terrible

Telling, telling, telling,

Lucridous, lucid lies.

Living, living, living

Reliable retched recreation,

Raving, raving, raving

Callous cremated chrematophobia

Calling, calling, calling

Away…always away

Ailing, ailing, ailing

Do deal dangerously

Dying, dying, dying

Upon urgent universes

Urging, urging, urging,

Continuation, corruption, conceit

Confining, confining, confining

Life as life can live:

Time

Six Cube

In the mode of T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland,” I am writing my own epic poem.  To do this I created my own meter and rhyme scheme:

For now it is titled, “alpha,” and it is very much a work in progress.  I only have 2 six quatres completed.  Ha, at this rate it will be a life time’s work.  I not even sure I classify it as “worth fixin.”

Anyway, I often use just the first part, or the “six cube” as a type of sonnet.  Here is an example:

I.
A.
1.

Enter in my own world
where man does not exist;
Enter in my own land
where goodness doesn’t resist.
Ye, by my very hand,
a tale I will unfold:

A tale of future time
heard only in the hearts
of the future people.
Yet, every story starts
with a simple staple
in the creator’s mind.

This truth comes together
right now- in the present;
For in the now, the past
echoes a small descent
in future; it is last
and first, but neither.

Only with the present
can the future be formed.
But this future lacks man,
yet it is not forlorn;
Although there be a ban
no person can resent

A fair future story.
Instead of man roaming
throughout the whole wide Earth,
Familiar wind is moaning
about a better birth
into golden glory:

A beautiful creature
all wrapped in mystery,
empowered by heaven
now part of history.
Yet, this is engraven
in another feature.

The cutting knife

Seriousness: that which is of importance, grave, critical, or somber (dictionary.com).  In order to make my writing become something of critical importance, I have prioritzed at least thirty minutes each day to do something writing related.  Tonight I sifted through old poems and placed them into two categories: tripe, and worth fixin’.  I didn’t realize I had so much of the 1st category and not enough of the 2nd.  I guess I need to get busy! 

Here is an example of sonnet I think is worth fixin’:

 

July 21, 2000

 

Oh ye of the night, be not ‘fraid of the light.

For it defines the darkness you live.

Oh ye of the light, be not ‘fraid of the night,

for even unto moon the sun must give.

 

Antithesis: day, night; sun and moon light.

Each gives definition to its host.

To each other’s light one must never spite

if another prefers the other the most.

 

For the sunlight gives way to the night.

And this for one person is sublime.

Yet the night will give way to sunlight.

And for ‘nother person is the right time.

 

From dusk to dawn to dawn to gentle night.

Everything begins and ends with the light.

 

Stanza one and the final couplet are not too shabby.  However, there are issues with the number of syllables per line (not to mention that it is *not* iambic pentameter).  AND the rhyme scheme in stanza two is somewhat lacking. I want a beta reader; editing my own work is difficult.  I have left this poem to stew for a very long time (11 1/2 years) and it still needs much polishing. 

Even if I were to fix these issues, I doubt I could publish it standalone. I still need to pair this with more sonnets or write prose to accompany it.   My initial though upon rereading this poem was the current polarized nation.  Regardless of the route I take, I need to get crackin’!