Drowning in Ether

Moon

I am drowning in ether,
a constellation of seas
that is neither here nor there.
Is it your dream or is it mine?
I think it must be the collaboration
of two similar but supremely unique minds.

I’ve pulled all my doubts out by the roots
and examined them from every angle.
Still I cannot find a single instance
of reality that is not filtered through perception.
We are what we believe ourselves to be.

In my heart the stars congregate
and though I can only be measured
in fractions I am still a reflection of the whole.
In that musical, amorous womb
there is a universe on the cusp of crowning.
I am mediocrity elevated through inspiration.

You are a fire
that quenches while it burns.
I search for you
as the ocean searches for the moon
and like the moon
I can feel you even
when the shadows
hide your face.
I swallow you
without discarding,
and all that you are
will find sanctuary in me.
I empty myself into you,
unleashing my multitudes
into your alluring mouth
like a song at the moment
of its inception.

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Lucid

Stripes

You are the fetish which binds
my wayward thoughts together.
I return to you again and again
as an animal driven by instinct,
as a woman who is unmistakably sensual.

At night when no one is looking
I surrender to the otherworldly,
to the dreams that we become
when the affectations
of the day have ceased to sow
their bitter seeds in us.

No one fits inside of me
the way that you do.
I want to give you something real,
my willful but willing heart,
my imperfect self,
my revolutionary tendencies.
I think that we could create
something extraordinary together,
combining our talents
and the guilty weight
of those passions which threaten
to consume us over time.

When I am alone
I reinvent the astonishment
of that first sunrise
in a way which, for all its carnality,
is a supremely gentle act.
When I am alone
spilling over a precipice
created by my own insistence
your face enters my mind
and I see in you
every color imaginable.

I love the way your mouth moves
across the metaphors of poems
your soul has not yet written.
I love the potential of hidden things.
I love how the word midnight
sounds both romantic and sinister,
and I love the idea of waking up
exactly in the middle of something
and finding that the shadows
have a substance that the day
has yet to witness.

I know that everything
your hands touch
becomes art in my eyes
and that a beauty
bestowed by love
can never be diminished.
I know that I would
gladly spend lifetimes
getting to know you
because you are the only one
who has ever made me feel lucid.

Kenopsia and Experiments of the Hyper Surreal Variety

Kenopsia

Baldybeard contacted me with an idea for an experiment. I would write a poem and then he would write the exact same poem (more or less) only he would write it using his own words and in his own style. Likewise I would rework one of his poems in my style. We decided to write to the Kenopsia Prompt so that we were using the same theme. This was tough I am not going to lie. Baldybeard and I have very different styles. His words are clear and concise. Whereas I tend toward rambling abstraction. In doing this I realized I use a lot pronouns. I also tend to focus on emotions and ambiance rather than concrete details. Baldybeard is good with concrete details and internal dialogue, his characters are realistic whereas I tend to exaggerate and romanticize. Anyhoo this was very surreal and a good learning experience. I actually thought of doing this at MLMM as a challenge but I had to try it first myself. Are you guys willing to swap poems with each other?

Here is the first half of the experiment for the 2nd half (where I rework his poem) visit Baldybeard’s Blog here

My Poem

There are some silences

Which hang like predatory silk,

Invisible without contact.

Whole conversations conducted

Smoothly, subliminally

Without the risk of contamination.

*

I swallow my breath,

Voice swelling, an avalanche of stars.

Once spent I’ll never retrieve this horror.

I stew in vacancy, in the creases

Of overlapping corridors.

*

I bask in the obsolete

In the postures of civility

Swept aside and reformed

In angles that defy necessity.

*

Shadows without companion

Defend controversial ruins,

Ruins that remind one

Of just how inhuman,

Humans can seem.

Baldybeard’s Version Same Poem  (he did an amazing job!!!)

a stillness
affixed like predatory silk
visible only to touch

conference in confidence
smooth without sound
subliminal

I swallow my breath – suffocating – breath demands release
disseminated air grasped in vain
I seek solace in these empty halls

my fondness for the outmoded
civility transmuted according to fashion
forgotten and left to rot

Shadows of ghost
profess this place
ruins of dehumanization

This and That

Jeffrey Mchael

Jeffrey Michael

I understand that not everyone who reads this blog will purchase the books I publish. Not purchasing my book in no way diminishes my affection for you and it will not result in discontinued patronage to your blog. I don’t even require an explanation as to why. Obviously I am over the moon when people buy my book but that’s another story entirely. Even if we are close, even if I’ve bought your books, it’s not expected so please don’t stop talking to me to avoid a confrontation. There isn’t going to be a confrontation and there is absolutely no reason to apologize. Your friendship matters to me more than anything else.

If I submit to your magazine and you don’t want to publish that piece for whatever reason, don’t, no hard feelings. While I do appreciate feedback and obviously a yes/no answer so I know what’s what, an explanation is not required it’s your vision by all means be true to it. Even if you have asked me to submit to the magazine personally, even if you’ve begged me you are not obligated to publish anything, hell you don’t even have to read my entries (though that would be a little strange if you asked me to submit lol). Will I be pissed? No, not even a little. Honesty is my preference but I do understand how scary it can be to navigate other people’s feelings and sometimes we avoid others for fear of awkwardness or retaliation but it’s not necessary it hurts my feelings a lot more when you avoid me.

What if you write an unflattering review? Or give an unflattering critique to one of my poems? Should you duck and cover then? No that won’t be necessary you are entitled to your feelings and opinions but I do ask that you be respectful when leaving comments.  I am only human so I do get my feelings hurt from time to time. I do realize that no matter how much you enjoy my work there will come a time when I write something that leaves one or both of us feeling more than a little disappointed. I hope that when that day comes you won’t give up on me entirely. I try to post every single day, I am not a miracle worker, some days just suck and some days I suck. Some day I imagine I will post something out of character because as a writer I am continuously experimenting, pushing boundaries, and challenging myself. Sometimes I write from the perspective of characters, sometimes even villains so if ever you are confused about my personal views after reading something you’ve found unsettling just ask me and I will sort the fact from the fiction. Obviously I prefer constructive criticism, it’s not okay to be mean.  I love my blog and I want it to be a safe place for everyone who visits.

If I leave a comment on your blog that you are confused about please ask I have dyslexia and social phobia so I find the comment section terrifying (probably why I don’t leave more of them)! I do not leave negative comments, I try to always keep things positive and encouraging. I sometimes overshare and I do apologize for that!

While I doubt I am exactly the same online as I am offline given the aforementioned social phobia I still don’t think it is okay to be a bully. I do my best to be kind and respectful and I hope that you have always found me to be so.

Do you accept awards?

I accept and cherish the sentiment behind awards. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me whenever someone shares something I’ve written or promotes my blog/book but I don’t post awards on my blog anymore. I do periodically post links to others blogs though and I do have a BlogRoll which is subject to frequent growth spurts.

Do you do interviews?

Sometimes but I am really shy and I find it difficult to talk about myself in that way. I reveal myself through poetry. I had a really hard time writing my bio section!

Can I reblog your posts?

Of course you can!

Can I quote you?

Ask me about the specific line you’d like to quote. Chances are I will say yes with credit. Please send me a link so I can visit the entry as well =) As for the photos I have taken there are scant few of them (most of the images on my blog come from Google note the credits, use at your own discretion) but you are welcome to use any that I have personally taken. Always ask first though =)

Can I post poems in the comments?

Yes of course XD

Can I email you?

Yes you can so long as it isn’t with spam haha

Do you do collaborations?

I have done some collaborative story-writing but I don’t have much experience with collaborative poetry.

What should I call you?

My nom de plume is Yves K. Morrow. If you’ve emailed me in the past then you know my real name but please refer to me as Yves in the blogopsphere =)