Shape Poem - Black Spiral by a-blue-sky-with-you, literature
Literature
Shape Poem - Black Spiral
[BLACK FINELINER]
I am suspended like someone else's marionette
they have attached the strings
sewn them in through my flesh
somewhere below me is the floor
I must choose which strings to cut
and trust that I will descend safely
if I choose wrong I will fall
and it will be over
they will find the pieces in the morning
smashed wooden fingers
a painted wooden smile shattered on the stonework
or I could end up still suspended but somehow wrong
contorted
until someone arrives
and cuts not just the strings that stop me falling to the floor
but those that hold me up as well
and then it won't matter
where I am
[BLACK CALLIGRAPHY PEN]
I am a vessel.
Colourless, empty as a newspaper,
I ignite
Upon rupture, a pinprick of flame
But no inferno.
Blue to red,
Heat to warmth I fade. In this
Wild dance I am motionless.
This wire is a dud, it ends with me.
Shape Poem - Purple by a-blue-sky-with-you, literature
Literature
Shape Poem - Purple
[LILAC]
They are an odd sort of vanity
these stone sentinels
standing in the war against grief
they are monuments to memory
but the question is whose exactly
the name is Elizabeth or Mary or John or Josiah
that is not the question
the question is whether I know their name
because they wanted their memory to stand on after they themselves had laid down their burdens
or whether it is their loved ones' testament
not to the dead
but to the love itself
the love which outlasted their fragility
Helen aged 4 16th October 1874
her twin sister Bertha the 26th
are you remembering the children
or the love
that someone somewhere bore
You eddy and gather like silver muscles under skin.
My moving surface fractures you;
A glitter of teeth, laughter snatched
From between the jaws of a human.
A tumble of voices; you transform yourselves
Before my eyes and twist
Your shattered smiles to sneers, intact.
I must run from here, or I will break myself
Upon these stones with their open mouths
And twice as many laughing eyes. I cannot move.
And I am crashing down, down,
And picking up the pebbles as I roll.
My smooth blue spine dissolves, leaving me
Nothing to be but this motion, this drowning
This end
Until I am dragged back
And I ebb, thankful, from amidst the jagged
I am a vessel.
Colourless, empty as a newspaper,
I ignite
Upon rupture, a pinprick of flame
But no inferno.
Blue to red,
Heat to warmth I fade. In this
Wild dance I am motionless.
This wire is a dud, it ends with me.
Hold her, now; the pins need time to settle.
See how her joints, shot through with metal
Now dance and move at your command?
Pray take her newly-punctured hand,
And examine, if you will, the detail;
The thick, barbed thorn through every nail
Is tied to a delicate, gossamer thread -
See how this string controls her head?
Careful, sir, she's new, still seeping;
The red stains everything for a while. The weeping
Should stop soon enough. Would you like -?
Of course you can, sir. Oh, the spikes?
Pure titanium. Yes - hurts like hell
But she's perfect now, sir. So all is well.
Shape Poem - Black Spiral by a-blue-sky-with-you, literature
Literature
Shape Poem - Black Spiral
[BLACK FINELINER]
I am suspended like someone else's marionette
they have attached the strings
sewn them in through my flesh
somewhere below me is the floor
I must choose which strings to cut
and trust that I will descend safely
if I choose wrong I will fall
and it will be over
they will find the pieces in the morning
smashed wooden fingers
a painted wooden smile shattered on the stonework
or I could end up still suspended but somehow wrong
contorted
until someone arrives
and cuts not just the strings that stop me falling to the floor
but those that hold me up as well
and then it won't matter
where I am
[BLACK CALLIGRAPHY PEN]
I am a vessel.
Colourless, empty as a newspaper,
I ignite
Upon rupture, a pinprick of flame
But no inferno.
Blue to red,
Heat to warmth I fade. In this
Wild dance I am motionless.
This wire is a dud, it ends with me.
Shape Poem - Purple by a-blue-sky-with-you, literature
Literature
Shape Poem - Purple
[LILAC]
They are an odd sort of vanity
these stone sentinels
standing in the war against grief
they are monuments to memory
but the question is whose exactly
the name is Elizabeth or Mary or John or Josiah
that is not the question
the question is whether I know their name
because they wanted their memory to stand on after they themselves had laid down their burdens
or whether it is their loved ones' testament
not to the dead
but to the love itself
the love which outlasted their fragility
Helen aged 4 16th October 1874
her twin sister Bertha the 26th
are you remembering the children
or the love
that someone somewhere bore
You eddy and gather like silver muscles under skin.
My moving surface fractures you;
A glitter of teeth, laughter snatched
From between the jaws of a human.
A tumble of voices; you transform yourselves
Before my eyes and twist
Your shattered smiles to sneers, intact.
I must run from here, or I will break myself
Upon these stones with their open mouths
And twice as many laughing eyes. I cannot move.
And I am crashing down, down,
And picking up the pebbles as I roll.
My smooth blue spine dissolves, leaving me
Nothing to be but this motion, this drowning
This end
Until I am dragged back
And I ebb, thankful, from amidst the jagged
I am a vessel.
Colourless, empty as a newspaper,
I ignite
Upon rupture, a pinprick of flame
But no inferno.
Blue to red,
Heat to warmth I fade. In this
Wild dance I am motionless.
This wire is a dud, it ends with me.
Hold her, now; the pins need time to settle.
See how her joints, shot through with metal
Now dance and move at your command?
Pray take her newly-punctured hand,
And examine, if you will, the detail;
The thick, barbed thorn through every nail
Is tied to a delicate, gossamer thread -
See how this string controls her head?
Careful, sir, she's new, still seeping;
The red stains everything for a while. The weeping
Should stop soon enough. Would you like -?
Of course you can, sir. Oh, the spikes?
Pure titanium. Yes - hurts like hell
But she's perfect now, sir. So all is well.
Y entonces lloro
por ti, por nosotros
y al cielo imploro
no dejar rastros
de lo que sentí
y todo lo que mentí
Al cielo ruego
entre lagrimas
verte un poco,luego,
no verte jamas
para poder olvidarte,
para dejar de amarte
Donde has estado?,
donde?, por favor dimelo,
no estas a mi lado
cuando miro el cielo,
no estas en la oscuridad
ni en mi soledad
vete, pero quedate,
vete, pero esperame,
no se como explicarte
que te amo sin quererte
pues no funcionara
y tan solo dañara
Asi que el amor
no es para todos,
eso es un rumor,
has oidos sordos.
Yo, vivire alejado
tan solo esperando.