if i look back, i am lost
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The river calls me by my first name to join her the rocks below invite a charming bed
The hush tones of her crinkling by silence, my cries
I am more than the branches that break. I am the river bed that shakes, the limestone that quakes in rebellion and retaliation in remembrance.
There is love and lace wrap round the smoothing rhythm of walking pace
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RAHSHEKA i would press my throat together with yours to come away with flowers flares of uncoupling fireworks laughing potpourri against the thrill of silent snow i've just wondered what I've missed since the day you slipped the moon from off your fingers and disengaged the Earth, me and him both
sometimes whenever I need a confidence boost I remind myself that I share the same last name as The Greta Garbo.
Passage
To the child cloaked in fine gold and teal
who will one day trade it for
old robes without a second thought
Remember;
do not let delicacy permeate your core
but be a passage they creep through
when shunned by crowds at dark
Chained
their flames dim and wane
yet a spark remains
in bodies
beneath rubble and unmarked plains
Ignite with nothing but stone on dry leaves
sticks shake into crackle and scream
Take this request to the throne
and when you are met
not with a sparing glance
but with a whip
and a cruel wrinkled laugh
bring forth the sound of thunderous wailing
turning the Nile red
when the comfortable yearn to quench their thirst without guilt in their veins
And when a wide blue wall
could eat you whole
salt thrashing against cracked beams
when the tides
tire your soul
think of the young who yearn to feel
rich black soil beneath their calloused feet
to taste even the
occasional sweet
or run through thick reeds
With a raised
aged palm
the sea’s walls will kneel on hot dust
letting a once lost breeze
come home to an oasis
unbound wrists welcome at last
-Mirah Garbo
I hesitate to make this a sweeping statement, but I do think that to be a writer, you have to on some level love words as an artistic medium. Words can't just be the annoying limitation that make it more difficult to share your beautiful daydream. They can't just be the storytelling method you choose because you don't have the skills or resources to make any other kind of media.
You have to love the art of words for its own sake. Love the sound of words--how you can make music of a million different rhythms and moods, how the words and sentences you choose can make a million different atmospheres. Love what you can do with words--paint an image, share an emotion, put a person into a scene that only exists in the world of imagination. Love the different ways you can use words--different points of view and tenses, different formats and styles that can each provide a different experience of the story for the reader. You have to love words as your artistic tool and delight in learning new ways to wield them and new effects that you can create with them.
If you don't love words, there are other ways to tell a story. Writing is an artistic medium with it own strengths and weaknesses, and using it as your artistic medium should be a deliberate choice made out of love for this artform.
This is even more true for poetry. The whole point of poetry is making euphonic or visually interesting beauty. If you don’t care about how something sounds, looks, creates meaning etc., if you don’t care about the craft, the ambiguity and nuance of the medium then you don’t like poetry, you just like diaries or aphorisms.
I will die on this hill, poetry is about form.
And if you can’t see the difference between writing a contemporary piece of poetry and writing inspirational quotes or vagueposts then maybe the medium where form is meaning is not for you.
That’s fine. But you do need to understand that. Cause I have seen more than a few people who go to study literature and can’t understand what poetry is because they have only been exposed to the easy to digest insta type and it has completely warped their perspective on the medium. Some of them come out fundamentally unable to appreciate any poetry other than confessional poetry and it so deeply sad.
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