Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Blogger Idol Week 12 - Birds of a Feather Flock Together
This weeks topic is "Birds of a Feather Flock Together"
I am going to do something different. I am going to use the title to loosely associate some poetry.
This is poetry that is my original poetry - mostly written at moments of extreme emotion, and that is my connection. It seems that moments like these drive me to poetry as an expression of my hurt. Most of my poems are also about women or girls.
Warning. These poems are nearly all very hurting and angry poems - I don't apologise for that, but I don't want you to think that this how I am. I don't tend to dwell on things and I don't hold grudges. At times I get mad at myself and my stupidity and then sometimes that turns into a poem. Its not something I force, it just happens.
So here is the first one. I will post more in later days, so stay tuned - there's quite a few.
This is the only poem that I have had published to date in a poetry anthology.
Moods (Women And Waves)
Today you are sullen - sultry - passive yet hungry
demanding attention,
sucking endlessly in oily repetition on slick sand
I am like flotsam trapped in greasy foam
tossed back and forth
neither here or there
but forever condemned to react to your tides
Today you are angry - aggressive - violent
carving your name
forcing yourself unwanted and unasked
seeking to make your way without heed of those in the way
I am like a still rockpool suddenly disturbed
anenomes ruthlessly uprooted
raped and pillaged by your desire and ambition
Today you are loving - playful - joyful
chuckling wavelets caressing sparkling sands
delicate fingers running through seaweed
titillating - pleasuring
I am like iridescent foam
laughing - tinkling
enjoying the moment as if it will last forever
but the tide will turn
Timothy Miller Copyright 1993
