Writing Workshop 1

Originally posted on an old blog on July 10, 2019

This was written in a workshop and the prompt was the first line from Rudy Francisco’s poem “Petal” from his book Helium

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The tongue has a jagged beauty

Some of the words you say are beautiful enough enough for the flower garden, bright and happy in the sun. Some of your words are like shattered glass that I have to tip toe around. I miss the days of dandelion words shining yellow in dark days when all is thought to be lost. You would bring me so many yellow flowers they would burst like fireworks from your pockets, the words you spoke were unconditional and reverent. Small words, child words full of love and hope that you now you wield like a broken bottle in a bar fight. Not always because of me, but always directed at me. I am no longer the sun around which your little planet revolved but the annoyance. The cop, the judge, the one who restrains, the one who controls. You don’t see my pain as you cut me. I try to hide it when I can. You are learning life. You know I will never leave. You don’t know that I understand. I have been there. I have hurt with my words. It is my penance to accept the scars you give me as punishment for the scars I have given. You don’t know what one day you will have scars to match mine. I hope you accept them with grace. I hope you are patient as they are created. I hope you will be able to see the beauty in them as I have.

 

Amherst Writing Workshop 1

From the Amherst Writing Workshop I participated in in 2019. Originally published on my old blog on July 3, 2019.

What matters, then…

What matters, then

is the words on the paper.

The ink from the pen.

The white spaces between the dark lines.

What matters is the meaning.

The good. The bad.

The unconsciousness calling out to be heard.

What matters, then is the sound

of your own voice

reading the words inside your head.

The ambiguity of the ideas

that spring forth.

What matters then, is the idea.

The thought.

The feeling.

The words imbued in yourself.

In your knowing of life

and God and the Universe.

You move through the spaces

of the world like words

on a page

Ink in the pen

flowing out of the tip to mark

the worldpage and let it know

you were here.

Your breath stirs the winds of change

when you speak of injustice, of hope, of fear

or love

Your feet move like planets

around a sun, a path that consists of

light and dark

hope and heartbreak

Hate and regret

Like a fish out of water

you gasp for air

for validation

for company to ease the loneliness

What matters, then is that

are not alone

Your loneliness is of your own making

You can validate yourself

No one can do that for you

Just breathe

What matters, then is that heartbreak

is just as important as hope

Hate is just as important as love

injustice is as important as justice

There can be no light without dark

What matters, then is everything.