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REBLOG: INDIGO WAVES

I love metaphoric poetry! I am really trying to get away from saying what I mean in my poems. I want the reader to scratch their head and ask their selves “what does she mean?’ My earlier poetry “was so direct. This reblog uses imagery to paint the words. Words like coffin, battlefield, clothesline, diatomic, dynamite and my favorite passage, “pack my body in boxes

This is a great read! Below is the direct link.

http://infinitendeavor.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/indigo-waves-2/

 

Hang me from your clothesline

Located in the backyard of your dreams

Wring me out with comments

Make me feel like I too, believe

Sink me in your diatomic waste

Full of constrictor dynamite

Fill me with skewers of justice bombs

Make this too, your flight

Sing to me the corporeal sea

Found in the beaches of Italy

Sadden the daylight counterpart

With dreams of night

Contain the sun

Hidden in your living room

Pack my body into boxes

And sink it into the battlefields

But no matter what you do-

Don’t construct love

The way a coffin

Of indigo waves

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I Love this poem!

SageDoyle

Maya Angelou is my first female poet whose works I’m posting.  She’s my favorite female poet, and this is one of my favorite pieces of hers, though she has so many.  I think this may be one of her most famous poems, but there’s a reason for that.  I hope you enjoy it.

“I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings”

by Maya Angelou

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant…

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SO BEAUTIFUL (I’M ALL TEARS)

Backroad Love Stories

charting

Each night I press

my ear to your

empty pillow

as if it were a

seashell, conch or nautilus

and while your

voice used to echo

each night that we were

forever and anchored

and true

your pillow now only

provides me with the deafening

silence of distant waves

from a now vacant shore

where we once laid with

bodies and words

intertwined in the sand

drawing a map with our fingers

and charting the path

of our journey to

a world of occupied

sheets and pillows

and flesh

where we would be

forever and anchored

and true

Please take a look at my book of poetry and short fiction titled “Songs you can’t dance to”

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Songs-You-Cant-Dance-ebook/dp/B00ATQW5XK/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360009180&sr=1-1

copyright 2013 Steven Harz

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HAD TO REBLOG THIS (:

WONDERFUL AND FUNNY I HAD TO REBLOG (:

DJ Toaster Biscuit

Only one person entered the giveaway, so she is officially the winner of TWO(!!!) $25 iTunes gift cards. Sarah, my dear, it’s all you honey! We’ll have to hang out soon so I can get them to you. Let’s plan something with Kate!

There is definitely a lesson to be learned here. My offering, while awesome, was something perhaps not appealing to everyone. Fair enough! Next giveaway will be something rad. And, I am always open to suggestions. Please, do share what you’d enjoy winning (within reason). I’m thinking concert tickets, ear/head phones, books, etc..

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