Here is my left-handed poem...I'm not sure if I like it, but here it is:
Like a small flame I Steady myself. The gnawing pangs in my belly are crooning--this Is my debut--a shaking, undulating tremor lies
In the cave of my throat, tensing with each Floating groan, like rope pulled taut and Straining against an unknown force. My dreams are crossed like the stars and
Their meandering, inky paths in waves of lustrous Burnt silk--they are drowning in the waters of My less-whole brain, an orchestra whose instruments Have been stained with the whispering of unrest.
Here is my left-handed poem...I'm not sure if I like it, but here it is:
ReplyDeleteLike a small flame I
Steady myself.
The gnawing pangs in my belly are crooning--this
Is my debut--a shaking, undulating tremor lies
In the cave of my throat, tensing with each
Floating groan, like rope pulled taut and
Straining against an unknown force.
My dreams are crossed like the stars and
Their meandering, inky paths in waves of lustrous
Burnt silk--they are drowning in the waters of
My less-whole brain, an orchestra whose instruments
Have been stained with the whispering of unrest.
Like a small flame I,
ReplyDeleteSteady myself
Intensely aware
as everything shifts.
I am floating on
a sea rolled by the wind.
It is strange,
as strange as a woman,
burying herself.
There is no sense
of normalcy
or of control.
But there is nothing wrong
with this state, where normalcy
is drowning. Rather,
I don’t worry. This experience
opens a new direction.
Like being born again,
but with many secrets
now revealed. Unsteadily,
I enjoy the lack
of familiarity
and the alien world
which it unlocks.
Here is my right-handed poem. Keep in mind I was really hungry when writing this:
ReplyDeleteLike a small flame I,
Steady myself.
I try not to move.
My mind is searching,
scanning for the available.
Dare I walk far?
for it is only thirty degrees.
Perhaps venture only a little,
running the risk of long lines,
and big bucks.
The audience shifts in their seats,
Anticipating my ever-important decision.
Don’t worry!
I will make a choice.
My mind and stomach,
fight back
and forth. Back and forth.
Oh how I have lost control of myself!
Here it goes...
ReplyDeleteLike a small flame
I steady myself
From symbols to letters
My pen runneth away
I steady myself
Practicing patience
Light impressions waver
Closer, morphing into letters
Torn
Between cursive and print
I can't find
myself
Steady yourself
Left ousts right
Control, my heart
aches
Steady yourself