Definitions

[anirbas]

Poetry defines, refines me...
Initiates creative and intellectual release...
Brings castigation, chastisement;
mental and emotional
castration down upon me...
Seemingly gets me into a lot of trouble...
But, I just can't seem to kill the obsession
to write more, more and more poetry...

~*~

This love defines and quickens me
as fast, hard and deep as it ever did...
Rocks and rolls me to my core
and drives me to meloncholic despondancy...
Fills me with an eternal feast of lightness...
Leaves me ever lingering alone in the darkness...
With my need of something more...One more taste of this love...

~*~

This life is eating me alive...
One bite, one chunk, one chew at a time...
From the inside out, like a ravenous cancer...
Always needing something more...Receiving nothing
more than something less, from this life...

~*~

I look for her...
The one you fell in love with...
Defined by her sense of humor, filled with faith;
strong, resilient, able to heroically grow flowers
on a pile of odiferous excrement, me...

I catch glimpses of her at times...
In the fog of the bathroom mirror;
in my hazy, translucent reflection
in a store window glass as I pass...
In the wispy, crooked soft smile of the avatar
in the upper left hand corner...I catch glimpses of her...

So, I continue to look for her...The one you fell in love with...
Defined by her sense of humor, filled with faith;
strong, resilient, able to heroically grow flowers
on a pile of odiferous excrement, me...

~Sabrina.

[tolteclogic]

compost for the creative mind
all things are fertile
when we write
poetry our saving grace
gives voice to deep stirrings
percolates to this surface
like rich petroleum oil
our rough dimonds
from coal
formed in the
furnace of creation
where judgements
have no sway
revealing ever deeper layers
of this rich
emotional landscape
we write - even when it is
way to early in the morning
brain dead before our first
magical healing cup of coffee
where is my cup?
Ahhhh, it is a brand new day

[dawness]

this you all are, sabbbbs! what a wonder.. gasp, gasp, you sweet thing!

[anirbas]

I adore that poem, TL! Thanks for sharing it here! "Compost for the creative mind"
Grrrrrrrrrrrrreat line...Love it...Wish I'd thought of it...

And DG, I'm going to hire you to pump up my ego...You do it so well for free...
I should be paying you...gigglegiggle...Thank you...

Ya'll have a terrific Thursday, folks! Nir.

[soulfir3]

smashing poetry, Sabrina

such inspiration and powerful emotions vibrate inside of each of your works and what a wonder that is!! always look forward to reading, falling head-first into what ever world you create in your words. thank you!

respect,
Soul

[anirbas]

Oh, Soul...For a second, I was speechless with what you said...
Thank you so much...I'm blushing and smiling at the same time...Thank you.

Respect backatcha, Sabrina.

[anirbas]

Let's define this...
Let's refine this...

I do not hate nor judge you...
You could say that...Others could, too...
But, it would be untrue...

Disappointment and sadness
for my actions and others,
simply overwhelms me
to the point of having my say,
about all that has bothered me
to this day...Guess I need closure...

I love you so much my friend, I abdicated
and left you a throne to return, dramatically, too...
And a crown of thorns I no longer
feel the need to sport anymore...
It should have always been yours, anyway...

I now run to dream in Elysian Fields of the mind...
Though long it took me to let it all, just go, including you...
Once termed a scab picker for some of my darker
poeming...You once said I've changed...And it hurt me so...
A wound grew deep and wide across my spirit...

Until I realized, I've changed, too...And change,
isn't a bad thing...It generally precedes
a better future for all concerned...

As for me, definitively, I still get burned...
But, not in the ways I used to...
And I like that...That's a good thing...
Definition of change...A good thing...
Once one gets past the pain...
And the pain one caused oneself
unto others, accidently, or otherwise...

But, for what's it's worth...I still feel you...
I just can't deal with you, anymore...

Let's define this...
Let's refine this...

I do not hate nor judge you...
You could say that...Others could, too...
But, it would be untrue...