Saturday, February 28, 2009

Temple

This is a poem in progress. I've flirted with the art form. While I've discovered it is not my strong suit, I like to wing it when compelled.


Temple
by rosalind christine lloyd

Mind fuck-ing
Grey matters
Contorting, twisting into
Pinks, ochres, burnt sienna
Blazing golds across my mind
Body
Soul transporting
Sense of reality shifting
Time is slipping
Mind is slipping
Mine is slipping
Digitally enhanced
Filling empty fertile, greedy spaces
Lingering aches of smooth, supple surfaces
The salty sweet irresistible taste of reality
Heavy on my palate
Soaking my senses

Wrapping ones mind around the intensity of an unforgiving emptiness
That seeps into one’s cluttered, racing, conscious mind
Questioning the inevitability of a certain destiny
Deciding whether or not
to become some warrior against the war of fate
Wrapping one’s thighs around the possibility of what’s impossible
Wrapping one’s arms around the newness of something ancient
That’s warmer than the Egyptian summer sun
Heating the desert of
many lives past
A proverbial temple

Sunday, February 8, 2009

The Process: February 2009

In the quiet moments of the morning is when I have the most clarity. And this morning, I decided to conquer one of my greatests antagonists, Writer's Block.

Sometimes I’m not sure if I have intermittent writer’s block, or if I’m just struggling to piece together coherent blocks of time in which to write (could be both). So recently I’ve made a determined effort to to become inspired. Not necessarily by anything or anybody but I've found this renewed eagerness to find some spark, a glimmer of inspiration.

And so I’ve found a muse! Not the love of my life, not the little man that’s the quintessential apple of my eye - oh no, that's way too much pressure to put on them and me, especially at this awkward (uncreative) phase I’m in.

I’ve found a muse, in myself.

Not groundbreaking, I know. But to me, it’s a start.

I’ve been faced with a life size mirror and in order to enhance the clarity that I am seeking, in order to shake the blocks from their foundations, I’ve decided to go inside for a while. Not to be still - but to shake things up a bit.

Check back here to find out how it all turns out.