Scrabble

Another piece, more recent. I'm rereading stuff in order to get inspired. It's time to start writing again and I cannot even begin to tell you how happy that makes me.

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Scrabble
October 28, 2007

The sun shines, the moon lights
Night and day take turns
Like they are playing Scrabble
Spelling out L-I-F-E
Trailing letters, each burns
To leave an impression on me.
And they do. What does not?
I am impressed, impressionable.
I never left that state, pliable
Remaining. There is a child
Within, around, in
Dwelling. Where is a blot
Remover when I need it?
Everyone gets one chance
One life to live, one dance
And who ever gets it right?
I certainly have not, am not
That person who never has dirt
Under her fingernails or hurt
In her heart. Understand this:
Anyone who claims entirety
Lives not in reality but insecurity.
Smudgeless mascara and color
Coordinating shoes:
Remind me not to lose
Respect when I am in lack--
I am completely incomplete,
But only by choice.
I have been shattered
In the places it really matters
Rationale crumbles, ordinary falls
In love with extraordinary, all
For the sake of a longing,
A sense of belonging
In the back-and-forth sway
That brings on the day:
A yes, a dare, a dance
To which I, the willing victim of romance,
Assented.

"Words Words Words"

I was looking through some old documents to see what I need to transfer to my external hard drive from my parents' computer. I ran across this piece. It's always amusing to find old writings; sometimes I like them because I have an affection for the piece or the moment and then other times it's all I can do not to delete them whether it's disdain for the former inspiration or simply an "I could do better" feeling. This is of the former category... I like this piece; it has a playful composition with a lot of honest "me" in it. It's nearly a couple years old now. Feel free to share your thoughts/criticisms/praises.

"Words Words Words"

Black ink, dark scribbles
Of thoughts and always
These incessant words rambling
Like my head to myself
Words words words
And what am I to do
Without you to talk to?
Silence is within reach but
Why stretch so far for
What won’t hold me?
Suffocations of a soul:
Frustration don’t you know;
That’s the rhythm, the cadence
The unending balance of
Yeses and nos and maybes,
Now and then a perchance.
But time runs like the eagle
Flies anytime
But when I need the grace
And agility of hope.
What of it anyway?
Hope, like words, a word
Should be simple but
There’s an adventure.
I know it, I feel it:
A more, the rest of the iceberg.
Don’t let it take me out.
Take me with you.
Do you dare?
Words words words
A plea and a reminder
Of the pirate’s legend:
Bad luck be a woman aboard
Your ship. If it wasn’t for the pirate
Soul, it leaks out your dazzling eyes
That won’t be consoled
I would stowaway, yet
You must know the risks.
(For there always have been
Chances to take chances).
Take one now, a stand.
Make a wish,
Grant it to yourself.
Words words words
A wish. I dare you
To wish for me.
Return to childhood and
Remember that a dare
Has more clout than
A vague legend.
Toss it out; take it all in
Too much is the way
I always run and always will
A seatbelt, an emergency exit
Both necessary for anything else.
Here safety is a boundary
But security is superfluous
In the adventure, this adventure,
The one I dared you
To take me on;
And you will, won’t you?
Never turn down a lady
To dance, they say.
Who are they anyway?
It doesn’t matter tonight
‘Cause they’re oh so right
Let’s dance and run with
Words words words
In our laugh, in my hair.
Don’t stop now:
It has only begun
Every last bit of the fun
That you knew to be true.
Ready for this? You never will be.
And that’s the best part.
All you can say is
Ready set start.
And a few more
Words words words