Without Eyes

We see the world on two legs;

Frozen in forward motion,

With scant periphery perception

Casting off curious angles

That mere renegades dare to measure.

Yet you could chance to yield

To the pull of unexpected urges

Still unexplored in popular propriety.

Slaving to gravity's sure persuasion,

I greet the ground so fully;

Rooted in expansive relaxation.

The pressure of an entire life permeates

Through layers of loose resistance.

Vice-held twixt truth and logic,

I explode into everywhere,

Raining furious rationalities

Thunderously through cavernous thoughts.

The spectacle behind my sight

Transcends the theater of my body,

Hurling beyond the abysmal barriers

Of the barren black box.

It is I in infinite inner Truth

That surely consumes this supple space;

Entertaining the world without eyes.

9/29/08

Finding Center

I walk the path between comfort and truth

As pretty nothings brush past burdened ankles

Upon knees bent for a life's challenge

A body protesting its abuses

And a head held cautiously high

My senses are swiftly suppressed

By a blanket of air and calm

Wholly filling my mouth and nose

With a simple suggestion for my strains

Just

Let

Go.....

9/20/08

The First Post

Greetings!

So my name is Amanda (though you'll notice I sign out as 'Sparky', a nickname I'm fond of), and apparently I have decided to join the world of blogging.

Mainly my goal here is provide for myself a convenient and easily accessible place for my poetry and "poetic musings" (as I call them) as I produce them.  I want to use this as a means of storage, back-up of my work, and a chronology and anthology of my work.  I also am interested in any reader response or feedback.

I am by no means a professional poet--this is simply a hobby.  I have had one very short poem published thus far in my university's literary magazine and I won't hesitate to say I'm a bit proud its the first poem of the magazine!  The rest find their way to computer files, random scrawlings, and Facebook notes, which I've found is not the medium I would prefer. Thus, BLOG! 

You will find my poetry and musings are very random in nature.  I very rarely adhere to a meter or specific poetic form, unless I'm REALLY in the mood to write a sonnet (which is rare....but it has happened) or something of that nature.  Sometimes I rhyme, sometimes I don't.  If I do rhyme it could be specifically patterned, it could be a random occurrence. You never know!  My musings could be anything from a description from a scenic drive to a long hypothetical question about something in society. 

I only write from inspiration... so if a long hiatus from updating occurs... it's because I haven't been struck by the poetic stick for a while.   

Again, criticism and feedback is totally welcome.  If you love it, hate it, think its trash, hell let me know.  

Thanks, and hopefully I can get some of my poetry up and dated (if possible) soon! 

Concessions

I saw a leaf this afternoon

On a mindful walk to purpose

The reel crept up to slow

Clicking away and captured

But a minimal broken leaf

Holed, brown, and decrep't

Pierced like a sacrificial body

Unto the fine sharp swords

Of a hundred green warriors

Armed, anchored, and alert

To their confident wooded purpose

Victory's claimed over dubious virtue

The lamb being perhaps scored

Long before it found the skewer

Numbered among a thousand

Little different from their crimes

Anonymity is its final mocking cruelty

Forcefully reeling back to pace

As daily music fills my ears

I remember the leaf upon the hedge

Who wailed for brief concession

9/13/08

I Think, Therefore I am Poet

I write poetry because I can

I write poetry when I don't know what to say

I write poetry to overcome shyness

I write poetry because it's mine

I write poetry when I overflow

I write poetry to make a point

I write poetry because it's cathartic

I write poetry when beauty strikes

I write poetry to forget and remember

I write poetry because you hate it

I write poetry when hurt is in the air

I write poetry for self-satisfaction

I write poetry because you can't take it away from me

I write poetry when and only when I feel it

I write poetry to understand myself

I am a poet because I say I am.

9/13/08