Saturday, April 17, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #15-HOPE

Hope
by Ieisha McIntyre


The face of hope-
more beauty than can be believed.
At the sight, one bursts into tears
believing themselves split to the barest particle of themselves.
struct dumb-while weeping
profound silence split by sudden joy.
sudden as laser light bursting through the darkness-sudden.
Sheer grace and supple.


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Friday, April 16, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #13/30 - MICRO

13/30
by Ieisha McIntyre


The world 
is
 so much simpler
 than 
water and soil.

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NAPOWRIMO #12/30-MICRO!

I've decided to experiment in the interest of catching up and writing in a more micro way but, I also want to see what happens if I write one independent line at a time.  So, here are the first of these.  If you follow me on twitter, you may have seen these already.  If not the lines that follow will be new.  Enjoy!


#12/30
by Ieisha McIntyre

Because,
 I saw God
 at the bottom 
of a teacup.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #11-ALABASTER WOMEN

Alabaster Women
by Ieisha McIntyre

Alabaster women bathe at sunset in
the river of light and shadow.
take time to rub moonstone over their
skin after mud soap has brushed
clean stable all the sunlight soot
of their day flesh.

Lights them moon colored
and pearl eyed,
they swim translucent fish through
water - hair seaweed fresh languid.
While guppies play follicle tag among
millions, cheveaux-like seaweed absent
of seahorses-starfish their fingers
to their thighs and slide through water
oil gentle.

Never thinking of loss, never thinking tender fingers
holding waistline tight against untold horror,
but buck gentle ‘gainst subtide current, sailing shifty-smooth
toward destination infinite, forever calling their truest self
permanent and ever altered.

Alabaster women lie dormant on black sand beaches
roll their bodies covered entire in black tar
volcanic soot sand cover dormant
midnight journeys forward to the past of never
carry all the hope not yet hoped for.

pregnant silent lay in wait
for the sun to bake solid blackness.
Prepare for the scorch of the sun,
the walk of the day.
Dry and prepare sea legs
for land toil walk among strangers.

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NAPOWRIMO #10-HOPSCOTCH

HOPSCOTCH
by Ieisha McIntyre
Trickle drop, trickle drop,
little bee trickle drop riggle
 dance bring all the honey back
 and make the honeycomb fat.

Peony and pansy, honey suckle rose
all the flowers bow and greet the rain
 trickle drop trickle drop
such a loverly dance and sing.

Fat bees of yellow and black strip legs
heavy and pollen feet
full exhausted happy meet again
 peony and pansy, honey suckle rose.

all the work and all the time
 fat bees of yellow and black strip
make yummy sweet and golden nectar.
trickle, drop, trickle, drop.

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Sunday, April 11, 2010

NAPOWRIMO #9-ANSWER

Answer
by Ieisha McIntyre

After all the years of question,
You are my answer. 

To every sleepless addiction bitten night, 
you are my answer.  

You are every prayer’s answer 
for all the days spent off balance and searching.

You are my answer.

My home base and safe place, 
my shelter from the rain. 

When my words have left me
 as easily as my breath,
 when my heart has not the strength 
to push blood through my body, 
your face is the last that my mind will see.
 the smell of your neck,
 the last scent my body yearns for.  

You are my morning sunshine, kiss of heaven.
 You are my answer.

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NAPOWRIMO #8- micropoem

A simple question
by Ieisha McIntyre

Did you ever wonder 
at the curve of the sky? 
The lilt in your lovers voice?
The moment of your death?

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Chapbook?

Would you like to see a chapbook from me?  If yes, comment and let me know which of my topics you'd like to hear more of!  Blessings!!!


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