So here is a poem I have written. I figured I might as well share right? All feedback is welcome, of course, good or bad. Please be aware, however, that all my work is copyrighted so any infringement of that copyright would be a problem.
Reincarnations
The past plays out in my mind as if I have lived it.
The strings of a corset tighten over my ribs,
strangling a heart that bleeds onto my palms,
mixing with the blood of an amputee.
The sounds of his groans and the
bombs deafened by a saxophone, the
darkness dimly lit by the reflections of a festival
over New Orlean’s waters,
waters that rupture and collapse into a rainbow
as I watch from an exploration of a Venezuelan
cave that opens into a ditch of bones in the
Arizona desert.
I have lived many lives but in all of them his hands
are the same, holding mine through a dance, our
blood mingling as I tend to his injuries, and he pulls
me closer through the crowd, guiding me
through the darkness, helping me dig for discovery.
They are always warm, a pathway of stars holding
together the memories of all I was, and as he
traces the lines of my palm, a fortune of all
that I will be.
Hello, all.
So as my title to this post indicates, I'm pretty damn happy.
The other day I was able to meet my favorite writer/poet of our day (damn that sounds like something an elderly person would say). Anyway, it was sooooo amazing. I've really admired this particular poet for the longest time. She recently came to my area and I was able to get a seat into her little discussion group at a bookstore nearby. She gave readings and talked about her writing career, her fears, and all that fun stuff.
Honestly, as a writer, I found it all so comforting. There's a quiet reassurance knowing that someone you look up to has had and continues to have the same struggles you do. It makes you feel less alone and suddenly less inferior. I've been writing for as long as I can remember and I've even written hundreds of my own poems, but there's always been this terrifying and numbing fear of being inferior in my work and being rejected. Knowing someone like her, who has many successful books, had the same feeling is really just remarkable.
After the group talk and everything we did book signings and she so kindly signed my favorite of her books and we got to take a picture together! It was really great, just made my whole month honestly.
I'm still petrified I'll never get to be as successful a writer as she is but it's also given me some courage to keep trying. Maybe my own poetry will be on a bookshelf next to hers some day.
Anyway, that's all! Hope everyone is doing well!
