In writer's craft, we almost always spend 5-10 minutes of freewriting at the beginning of class - you can't stop writing, and you just let whatever comes to mind go onto paper. Normally, they end up being memoir-ish pieces when I do it, but I decided to try a poem in that style (only a minute of writing).
you and I
me and you
in which I can only describe us in the posts I see
"you're the most perfect person"
"I'm in love with your imperfections"
perfect in our
cracks and flaws
we have to allow ourselves to break
before we can repair ourselves -
Japanese ceramics shattered put together again
with veins of gold they are once again whole
with ore and more beautiful than before
the before when the spark jump started us forward
and the after where the electric feelings are just
enough to keep us inching towards
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Craving reassurance in
the form of
I let myself sink
into the warmth of
fingers to fingers holding hands,
faint traces against my face,
arms wrapped around waists
with heads settling into the crooks of necks.
I'm using you as
an anchor for myself
before I get lost in a haze
of doubt and hesitation
that I don't completely understand;
I hope you don't mind.
Posted by Kiki at 12:42 AM