persephone Posted October 26, 2005 Report Share Posted October 26, 2005 Standing to leaveClosing the book, my hands turn To ice, fingers snow white.I see glitter rain like embers On Guy Fawkes, or stars fragmented At the world?s end,Those beautiful white pages gone Up in smoke, eddying to a non existent heaven.The hummingbird chisels my rib cageAs I gasp to catch an absent breathAs my heart?s blade cutsInto my arms, my throat; so sharpAs though the point had slit or slashedThe veins, and the life were ebbing away. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sunfish Posted October 27, 2005 Report Share Posted October 27, 2005 did you write this pers??i'm impressed melissa Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dizzygirl Posted October 27, 2005 Report Share Posted October 27, 2005 wow thats goood! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
michiganjan Posted October 29, 2005 Report Share Posted October 29, 2005 Love it!Michigan Jan Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jeanne Posted October 29, 2005 Report Share Posted October 29, 2005 That was a very nice poem. You are very talented.I've thought about penning a few myself, but somehow always felt the need to include the word Nantucket! (smile)Keep up the inspiration. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JaneEyre9 Posted October 29, 2005 Report Share Posted October 29, 2005 That's wonderful, Persephone...It's so therapeutic to write like that. I like the line about the hummingbird. It's also therapeutic for me to read it, so thanks for sharing with us! Kristen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MightyMouse Posted October 29, 2005 Report Share Posted October 29, 2005 I hope you don't mind, Pers, if I share one of my poems that I wrote to one of my doctors as I was leaving her charge:the road rolled away under usfrom where startedto where we areand when my door opened onto the worldI stepped through less afraid I encourage those who like to write to do so... it's an outlet for emotions that might otherwise not find a way to the surface.Pers, you've got a lovely style of writing. It's no wonder you ended up at Oxford, my dear! Nina Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
taylortotmom Posted October 30, 2005 Report Share Posted October 30, 2005 I only hope that you have thought of one along the lines of "Turning Around to Stay".Carmen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
persephone Posted October 30, 2005 Author Report Share Posted October 30, 2005 thanks everyone. I did the only thing that could in fact be done this weekend- I was about to snap...sobbing, shakig, crying, unable to read anything...so my flat mate took me to a bar and we drank gin. And then came home, did face masks and went to a party.Now, I will pay for this dearly tomorrow...and my work is still waiting to be done...BUT I feel human, at least :-)And I've met some nice people, so I know there are some people who careAnd this has helped me feel resolved about staying in Oxford. I am GOING to make it work here, by hook or by crook Thanks to everyone for their continued support Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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