I feel like my pain shadows me. I am afraid to let go my pain, and why should I? So I welcome the memories of when I''ve been hurt: Shadow ME Pain
Lacking confidence
you see
you love
love me
Eye on me
so you say
buckled my shoes
that faithful day
From buckled shoes
to shared gum
cooked lasagna
gave you some
Roller coaster
seven months in
battle with bitches
and your kin
Stay true my heart
Never lie
Sacred love
Love I
Little peck
On the lips
Sacred love
Love shit
ashley came
and by any other name
would still be Ashley
my bane
Still in love
what can I do
love hurts
you too
Over it
over you
big dick
cocky you
© copyright Tia L. Clarke
4 comments:
Where the F did you go to find this? This is poetry. It took a poet to f'in' pen this. Absolutely fantastic!
You cannot be thinking when you're writing, Tia, love! You must be out of your flickin' mind! Who wrote this was.
This certainly is like running or swimming or even having intercourse, after your second wind. This is euphoria. I am ecstatic, can't you see!?
I am going to invite you to submit such poems to Caribbean journals, some of which, I am published in, and Marion, Helen, Christian, Asha, Ian, Lynn.
I want you to be ready. I want you to be as good as this or better always!
With this, you begin to rival your writing teachers.
How delicious this bit is:
From buckled shoes
to shared gum
cooked lasagna
gave you some
You know what it is about this Tia? It is so risky! Like a roller coaster ride - enjoying it, afraid and choosing to, having to hold on. I am going to recommend J. D. Salinger's The Catcher In The Rye. You can read it a week from now, a year from now or in 200 years. It doesn't matter one bit.
Would you believe, at 12:25 a.m., some man's pushing a refrigerator along Kemp Road, making a most horrendous rumble?
How gracious you are to bless me with those kind words. I will try to excel in my writing, because writing is the only thing I am comfortable giving my all to.
I welcome you. I have given my all too.
I might be able to prepare you for what you might expect; might be able to cause some of those rewards for writing well, to come to you faster.
Maybe even as we are doing now, helping you to get to what is best in you, in art and in language.
Then there is the need to appropriate this language, which once was the queen's, and take it even further away from her, take it where it has never been.
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