batting my eyes
at the lightcatcher
dream spelunker
heart miner
blind digging mind vole
my cave is darker
than your black eye
deeper than your promise
and i turn from your
ancillary embrace
always faster
than the glint of love
you fake with your
mirror shard necklace
shark tooth impostor
as talisman of never
with your riptide amulet
hope is a survivor
and you are false idol
idle empty orb
and once again
you’ve forgotten
i have wings
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo. see more here.
April 30th, 2013 at 8:07 am
soar, kelly, with those wings….thanks for taking us all with you.
April 30th, 2013 at 8:28 am
hope is a survivor and you are a false idol…that is the crux…really well built around it…ugh on the fake…that will steal our time and our lives if we let them…
April 30th, 2013 at 9:47 am
Beautiful!
April 30th, 2013 at 10:54 am
Going out in a burst of glory, Kelly. I love every line in this one-faking the glint of love, mirror shards and the whole first stanza–the last line is perfect–and reminds never to forget that fact ourselves.
April 30th, 2013 at 11:40 am
oh just love that…hope is a survivor…and yeah…you got wings…and that puts you in a good position…perfectly penned
April 30th, 2013 at 3:19 pm
With hope flight can sure beat out the rope haha
April 30th, 2013 at 3:40 pm
A lot of great music in the words.
April 30th, 2013 at 3:43 pm
An angel accosted by a superficial talisman keeper? How strong the angel asserts her expectations…. Wonderful play with words… Heart Miner, spelunker, cave, deeper, digging…. what a pleasure to read this word carousel as the angel makes clear her love is something more than Mr. Mirror-shard neckllace can achieve….. Enjoyed this piece throroughly Mrs. Mediocrity…..
April 30th, 2013 at 3:51 pm
Those last two verses are very meaningful ~ Yes, we have wings, so lets fly and soar above to the sky ~
April 30th, 2013 at 4:09 pm
i like the cave-dweller vocab in the first two stanzas
nano birthing chamber
April 30th, 2013 at 4:15 pm
Yes, you have wings..your words soar and reach all of us and we are better for it.
April 30th, 2013 at 4:26 pm
Fantastic – I loved reading this aloud (it made me feel incredibly powerful). I’d love to hear you read it…
April 30th, 2013 at 4:40 pm
Mrs. M., I have similar dreams. In fact, the image has the double-exposure feel of all of it, including the inverted (lying) heart. I felt this poem deeply and personally, glad you found your wings. Amy
April 30th, 2013 at 4:45 pm
You’ve got to watch out for those grinning impostors. Nicely done!
April 30th, 2013 at 4:53 pm
Spelunker, mind-shrinker: In a second I am in a cave with a canary in a cage and in another second I am in an asylum with a good angel as well as the bad–but in both, I sore free after cutting my chains with the sharpness of my diction. Those wings unfurled, are mighty big and strong! A poem to get lost in. Thanks.
April 30th, 2013 at 4:54 pm
“soar” hm.
April 30th, 2013 at 5:08 pm
And you fly with every line! This is a beautiful write!
April 30th, 2013 at 5:34 pm
Just brilliant.. and the end make it so worth reading Kelly. It’s so sad that some lack those wings (or the courage to use them)
April 30th, 2013 at 7:33 pm
really wonderful. your form and fast pace, and the delicate, pointed details. I love it!
April 30th, 2013 at 8:09 pm
LOVE it! Especially:
my cave is darker
than your black eye
deeper than your promise
April 30th, 2013 at 8:12 pm
So fly baby, fly! I love the ultimately triumphant tone here.
April 30th, 2013 at 8:16 pm
Wow, that ending takes my breath away! Love the wings.
April 30th, 2013 at 8:21 pm
…how our eyes & ears can easily be convinced by such a false image… glad heart can see & hear the truth better than what mind can conceive…smiles…
April 30th, 2013 at 10:58 pm
I love this sharp edge throughout. A spine tingle to it.
April 30th, 2013 at 11:15 pm
some of the lines made my PO toes curl up with PO pleasure: shark tooth impostor, for one: the whole atmosphere is perfect and becomes its own thing in the finale – great stuff mm
May 1st, 2013 at 12:37 am
This is so beautiful. I captured right from the start. The alliteration and use of assonance. I love its structure. Beautiful poetry reflected in this poetic piece.
May 1st, 2013 at 6:11 am
Wow, wow, wow…. the sharpness of these metaphors makes them deadlier than a scalpel in the hands of a psychotic doctor….. Loved the read….. gripped me from the first line!
May 1st, 2013 at 6:35 am
love this,
my cave is darker
than your black eye
deeper than your promise
and this,
and once again
you’ve forgotten
i have wings
it’s a bit of a mini poem in itself, nicely done.
May 1st, 2013 at 11:28 am
There were too many lines that I love to mention. You brought me right and your ending is so strong.
Lovely!
May 1st, 2013 at 11:48 am
Hope is a survivor, that is wonderful, Kelly. Love this.
Pamela
May 4th, 2013 at 10:11 am
To soar above it, away from false idols, wings-enabled.
Fly, fly high.
I like your poem.
Cheers!