I'm posting 2 poems, mostly because they're smallish and unpolished, and also because the longer one I wrote recently is a wee bit out there and I need to look at it again and figure out...well, what the hell some of the lines are talking about, I'm pretty sure I wasn't high at the time of its creation but those nonsense phrases suggest otherwise. Anyways, here a couple of light-hearted little things I wrote. The first one was inspired by my friend Christina, from a blog-post she wrote (she hasn't updated in a while so bug her to do that if you like her blog, cause hers is infinitely more helpful towards worldly affairs than mine!), and it's not perfect, needs a little more thought and meditation probably, but it's at least presentable I think. The second one also needs more thought, but I'll (hopefully) hear from you guys if anything needs to be changed or if there are suggestions.
Considering that I'm in a poetry workshop this semester, I expect the next few weeks will mostly be poetry, but I'm rewriting a short story right now (while still going through a crisis of subject-material and style), so there could perhaps be another one of those soon enough...by then I expect to be wildly famous and have millions of readers. Ha! As I always say, comments/criticisms are welcome and appreciated, and I hope these were short enough so that, if they don't entertain, they're not a waste of your time. Thanks for visiting my shadow of the internet!
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Impossible and Never
by Matthew Stalbaum
Remember that impossible and never
Are biggish things that
Puff out their chests and hurumph and ah-ha!
While Maybe and Possibly – smallish
Though generous – will carry your hand
With a smile through the dust of your dreams
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Dying Star
by Matthew Stalbaum
Last light
Flicker out, fade, rest
Let long smoky tendrils drift
Collide and spark, engulf
Into an i he she, who
Looks out at your brothers
And feels the kindred bond
I love these! They're both like gems--small, but beautiful (almost, almost Dickinson-like with cummings' flair, but you know how I feel about Dickinson, and these are infinitely better than the weird stuff she writes). lol Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteMatthew!!! Sorry for posting so late on this one. I love both them so much! And I like how you can talk the messy words that I write and make it into something so beautiful!
ReplyDeletePS, you're my favorite poet ever, ever, ever!