I won’t stop writing. I know that I would miss it terribly, it would carve a hole in my heart. And I won’t stop writing here either, because the hole in my heart if I did would be you-shaped. Writing is a comforter, warm and dovey. It’s a shock to the system. It’s an electric wire snapping and hissing in the rain. Writing wakes me up, it shakes me up, it quivers and leaps to life before me. It brings me unspeakable satisfaction. It makes me want to tear my hair out. It makes me feel like God. <\/p>\n
To Poem
\nby Lyn Lifshin<\/b><\/p>\n
All night
\nyou banged
\nin my head
\npoking your fingers
\nthru me, hot for
\nblood and then
\nin the morning
\nstretching out on
\nthe table
\nflaunting your muscles
\nwhen you knew there wasn’t time.
\nLater in the car
\nyou made me dizzy,
\nbut worse, how you
\nmade my love jealous
\nperching in my hair
\nwith those stiff wings.
\nAnd now, bastard
\nalone with me finally
\nthe chance to
\nscares you off.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Block
\nby Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek<\/b><\/p>\n
Other poets must know this:
\nthe art of catching hold
\nwhen the poems fan your face
\non their way by.
\nThey listen and hear them.
\nWhat’s the trick? I grope and
\noh . . . a poem, but wait<\/p>\n
too late<\/p>\n
There are poems braided in my hair.
\nPeering out, behind my eyes.
\nIn my skull, they are churning,
\na big brain soup.
\nAll around my head they hover
\nbut I can’t hear what they say.<\/p>\n
***<\/p>\n
Visit Poetry Thursday<\/a> for more great poems.<\/p>\n A poem that blew me away yesterday<\/b>: Dinner With My Dead Father, A Recurring Dream<\/a><\/p>\n A poem that blew me away today<\/b>: A Prayer for Birds Dying in Darkness and in Light<\/a> (scroll down to the bottom or read them all. Thanks to Julie Carter<\/a> for the link)<\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I won’t stop writing. I know that I would miss it terribly, it would carve a hole in my heart. And I won’t stop writing here either, because the hole in my heart if I did would be you-shaped. Writing is a comforter, warm and dovey. It’s a shock to the system. It’s an electric wire snapping and hissing in the rain. Writing wakes me up, it shakes me up, it quivers and leaps to life before me. It brings me unspeakable satisfaction. It makes me want to tear my hair out. It makes me feel like God. To Poem...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[28],"class_list":["post-1187","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-poetrythursday"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1187","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1187"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1187\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5246,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1187\/revisions\/5246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1187"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1187"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1187"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}