The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 12/9/08

[BlueIris]

"Sagittarius"

Something dislocates.
I find me trying, to be
without a predicate.
For once a blueprint is no guarantee
against anonymity.

The self-set questionnaire
of circumstance
can't make all square.
Aspects jar.
A day with jagged edges and
minutes sharp to breathe through
bars retreat to neat
articulation;

derides the juggling skeletons
of sounds I blame
for these complexities:
Mercury, Moon, Jupiter
when I was born were placed
all wrong.
Sometimes the stars' perplexities
are fun, but now, not even names,
just pain; thoughts hurt.

The mind's an aggravated boil,
needs lancing; but no tool
—unless maybe
these jigsaw shards
of useless personality.

At last I can forget
the self-made self and work
to turn the spheres and all
that matters of "I am"
into this it
that is.

—Veronica Forrest-Thompson

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

Well, this is a complex and strange one...

Interesting set of images...

She's looking for herself, I think...

Thank you!

:hi:

[BlueIris]

3. I was wondering if I'd get any comments on this one.

C-Peg, you are a trooper.

[lost-in-nj]

4. I'm a sag

and these words are my feelings right at this time in my life

derides the juggling skeletons
of sounds I blame
for these complexities:
Mercury, Moon, Jupiter
when I was born were placed
all wrong.
Sometimes the stars' perplexities
are fun, but now, not even names,
just pain; thoughts hurt.

The mind's an aggravated boil,
needs lancing; but no tool
—unless maybe
these jigsaw shards
of useless personality.



:hi:


lost

[BlueIris]

5. Hee. Glad I could help. nt

[RetroLounge]

6. Hmmm

Needs some thought...

I like.

:hi:

RL