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Alright I have a poetry reading for your guys today! I am reading A Birthday Present by Sylvia Plath. If you enjoy it I will read the whole book to you, poem by poem. This poem is from Ariel a book I found very inspirational. I am not much an actress so my readings are flat and my god that Southern accent *twitches*
For this challenge we were asked to read our favorite poem and I wasn’t sure if she meant a poem I had written or a poem written by someone else. So I went with someone else (I have many favorites btw), that someone else being Jim Carroll. The poem is simply titled Poem as are many of his poems. Jim Carroll’s poems are hard to find online and are too difficult for me to format so this time you will have to listen muhahaha.
And then a poem from me using the word cues in the prompt
An inauspicious moon pulls the veil
Over her pale face and in her obfuscation
The wolves skulk off, steady paws
Plowing the raving earth for bones.
Your smile, hangs sanguine
On the cusp of imaginings.
Optimism has lost its buoyancy
And with each knock I slip
Deeper into the house
Afraid of what lies behind
That once confident threshold.
Now I retreat, innards gone,
Cavities re-stuffed with
My own pessimistic blather.
Pandora’s box sits on
The edge of the kitchen table,
The contents rushing out
In a vast and terrible parade.
I catch the sun’s beaming face
Through a chink in the blinds,
Those glimpses weaving within me
A positively ravenous curiosity.
I unpack myself and
In the midst of my turmoil
Head out into uncertain streets.
When does belief constitute a shelter?
When does belief constitute a prison?
When does resolve yield to revolution?
And given the casualty afforded our design
Can a win ever escape the requisite failures?
To dedicate oneself to review is to invite opposition
And yet who are we without the contradiction?
To shine one must endure a degree of abrasion
To sing one must understand the necessity of silence.
When is it my turn? When did linear constructs
Replace our instincts? Today as everyday I am new.
Today as everyday I am choked with insecurities.
Sometimes the only steps executed, recoil.
But who can deny me the intention to live?
I haven’t done a reading in a while because I find my accent embarrassing haha
Some nights we hunt measuring
The weight of our paired bones
You are far heavier than I
But not nearly as hungry
The air does not find my pleura,
Does not find my thirsty lips willing
The blood swarms under the pressure
Of your beleaguered embrace
The poor pitiless queen
Clutching at stone fingers
Trying to pry herself free
The self-proclaimed king
Prepared to use whatever means
Necessary to illicit conquest
Your blurry face with its slit grin
A penitentiary of sharp teeth
Lined up side by side idle
Within their cloistered cells
Eyes as tar sticking, sticking
To the lining of my windpipe
I should be flattered
What other requirement
Could be more pressing
Than your mighty phallus?
Is your animus so great
That I can place my dreams upon it
My child-bearing hips
My white yielding breasts?
What of my carnivorous spirit?
And intractable intellect?
Will you tend them?
Feed them? Worship them
As I must worship yours
It always comes back to the rib
The one that tears now at my side
Longing to extract itself and return
To its former commission
That rib that compels me to love
And service and maddening attraction
Yes the very one that you lord over me