I can't keep myself from writing

It's almost two weeks since I started my blog and for the few who've viewed it, I've obviously not added anything. I have, of course, be quite swamped with work and other commitments on the weekends. However, it's not like it takes that long to make a post and besides, I decided to start a blog partially as a discipline toward writing. Actually, I have been writing, just not posting. I almost feel I can't help myself. The muse takes over...

Anyway, I continue to want to "fix" my heaps of poetry before I put it up on the blog but maybe those of you who read this will just get some of my "Poetry in progress" rather than the ones I'm completely satisfied with... Then again, I'm not really satisfied with a lot of it yet.

Cocoon
Wrapped in lengths of twine
from foot, up the whole body
to top of head with only
eyes peaking out,
absorbing external stimuli.
What no one can see is the
flailing, fighting,
constantly trying to break free.
After all, the cocoon is safe,
yet so restricting
one is unable
to break, and whenever one
relaxes, stops fighting and
flailing
the bonds tighten
even more, discouraging
further effort

My first blog post...

...how weird is that? i've given up, given in, am being sucked into the great writing world of poems and fairy tales. i feel such a vast array of emotions - happy, hopeful, expentant, worried, confused, the list goes on as you can imagine. Perhaps i should let it go and be caught up in the wild world of bloggery (if wild it is); that remains to be seen.


my first poetic fairy tale
The tiny girl holds pale silver-purple wisps
of whispers
in quiet hours, when all the wide world
fades into shadow.

Beautiful wisps of love and hope
spoken to one to another
rising like curling ribbons of steam
and float
where sweet dreams and embraces dwell
color and light, shimmering star-land.

We released our whispers,
so quickly forgotten
falling to dwell again in the land of shadows.