12.08.2007

Obsidian, Version 1 and 3

About a week ago, I started writing an acrostic while I was grocery shopping using the words 'fight or flight.' I scribbled a bunch of lines on the back of my list and told myself that I would post the poem soon. When the time came to post, I couldn't find the yellow index card I had written the poem on. I looked everywhere! I finally decided that I must have inadvertently thrown the grocery list with the poem on the back away. I sat down to write another acrostic and when I clicked the 'save changes' button (on Xanga), I was informed that the site was down for maintenance. I clicked the back button on my browser repeatedly, but I could not recover my words. I then wrote a third version, which is posted below.

Version #3
For me--my reality
Is alive with constant friction
Glimmery sparks
Heated and hot
Tantrums of chaos

Obsidian, really; my fractures are
Real. Chasms of fire and belief

Fantasy, at least mine,
Lives where reality
Ignites, burns brave
Genuine, this flame
Helps me hold on
To my truth

About three days after I posted version #3, I found the first poem that I had written. It had been in my car the whole time!!! Anyway, below you'll find version #1. I was surprised at how different the poems were.

Version #1
Fantasy: magnetic, hypnotic
Insists on surrender
Giving in, giving up
Heated--the fantastic ignites
The composure of reality

Over, this thorough
Resolve. I am weak and

Filled with limitations
Life, lust, my appetites
Insatiable
Greedy and self absorbed
History, her story
To battle or break away

5 comments:

Don said...

Obsidian, really; my fractures are
Real. Chasms of fire and belief

Love how you put this.

But I probably understand the second poem more. Both are great stuff though.

Sidebar: In the poem you speak of my truth; what is your truth, may I ask?

Don said...

Nevermind, I think I realized it after leaving the page.

Unknown said...

I wonder if you were hungry while you were shopping for groceries... LOL! Lust, greed, and hunger are nearly pouring off the page! My poetry is nothing more than one huge neon sign for my thoughts and emotions, good or bad. Is yours a blueprint to your head in a captured moment?

Chari said...

Nice!
Happy New Year!!

Anonymous said...

Two for one? That's a deal anytime. Well done as ALWAYS Professor!