Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Saturday, February 26, 2011

8 over 6... a fledgling first try...

Deadly underestimating
the day I went to hell
heart of stone sensations grating
I know those feelings well
(And) it won't hurt, this hostage taking
 my beating's dulled with swell
(And) tending wounds of my own making
I find the words to tell
 I find a place to dwell


  1. Harlequin, you didn't need the (And)s since you could have implied or used punctuation without any loss or confusion at all. I like your courage and I think it worked. I feel terribly inadequate to rhyme and always bow to honor those who make it work. My rhyme schemes don't work for me at all.

  2. I like the idea of tending wounds of our own making. I think that we can send ourselves to hell all too easily.

  3. christopher-- thanks for the thoughtful and helpful comments; i am going to keep those in mind the next time i rustle up the courage for another try :)
    believe me, your poetry is not harmed by not having rhyme scheme... your work consistently honors the sweet and messy lives we live.

    madame-- thanks for the comment. it is sometimes too easy to do the self condemnation. glad you enjoyed.

  4. Physician heal thyself before it's too late. But alas, so many wounds of which we know not. Is hell mankind's only fate?