Gerrymander: Poems n' Things

[Gerrymander]

POEMS YAY
Mostly going to be new stuff, as I don't feel like copying and pasting all my old poems.



Dedicate
The warm crush of your seafoam lips
alighting on my shore took your
share of sand from the paper
shells that hold my sight
within the impossible
'yes' of the things
that press into
your skin my
whispered
"always"

[Gerrymander]

You know, I had completely forgotten that I made this thread on these forums. Anyhow, here's two older ones.

Any sort of critique is awesome. :D



Funereal
Send it out to s(p)inning reaches
Let it rest on b(l)eaches of light.
He that teaches takes the day's ash
To once more, with crash and pomp,
Add to the flash of his mo(u)rning.




The Mediator
Here we are,
we three of shining -
in this garish fall of ashes,
sifting, slowly circling
as we dance in the ruins
of what could have been.

Flattering, hastening,
each takes the other
to slowly extract every
vital and secret expression
of circular logic and lust.

If binding we find, then
turn on another to flee
from such feelings (unwanted,
unasked for) to finally feel
in control and secure.

(Atlas alone with the weight of the world bearing down)

[Bloodcinder]

I like experimental-ish stuff, so I find the one interesting in which you use letters in parentheses to explicitly create double-meanings. That is clever. I also notice you have an affinity for ashes, heh. Your imagery is clear and whimsical without being over the top. Of course, I appreciate the lack of end rhyme.

Perhaps I'll get the gumption to share my own stuff.

[Gerrymander]

I also notice you have an affinity for ashes, heh.


:/ You know, you're right...I do tend to have recurring themes. If I post more, I think that'll become readily apparent.

Of course, I appreciate the lack of end rhyme.

That first one (in the second post) does contain a rhyme scheme called 'climbing rhyme', but it's hard to notice offhand.

Thanks!

[Bloodcinder]

I see the climbing rhyme now. (Or, based on the name "climbing rhyme," I've figured out what I think it refers to.) Stuff like that seems clever to me. End rhyme... just pisses me off, heh. Certainly themes aren't a bad thing in general, so I will look forward to that becoming readily apparent.

[Gerrymander]

Two more - the first was about a year ago, and the second was a year before that. They were written about two people in similar situations.

Post-
It's possible your ash-scarred face
displays the barest hint of
when you

burst, gasping, through the
thin film of silver that covered
the honey-gold shine of the
future and her careless promises
but

you fell
too far
too fast
.




Stay
Clockwork, solemnly welded, ticks
while we scramble ever upward,
from the fault lines no one saw
or cared to see, when

your face, his smile, her quiet perfection
shone as light from my new day

And firesparks of moments
here and there,
rippling down,
would settle,
softly in our wake

But now the rest of us, through draining sands
topple on your transition line
while we watch you fade away
into dark
into self
into promises
into past

And the clockwork ever ticks.

[Gerrymander]

Two more:

O'clock
seven o' clock sun
is molasses glow
and sharpline deliniations

with paper buildings
thin shields against the epic

(cinnamon-sharp-contrasted-definition)

sun flares through paper
but only at seven o'clock





Photoshop
Well-composed photographs
create what needs seeing,
as he (no silent being)
sits there and laughs

away the troubles of the world.
(Much of what you see has been digitally enhanced)

[Gerrymander]

Lucy
Song in the night
a strawberry away from being
untasteable

Brimming package
untearable paper
brown is this month's blonde.

Apple rosy
Granny-Smith tang
She dances closer

[Gerrymander]

Earshot
six times in one week
I froze as you walked by
the smell of woodsmoke
close behind as my eyes
stole (thieves in the night)
to your face

five people today asked if I
knew you
I said 'no'

four doors away your
song caught me up
in an embarrassingly showy
dazzle of cyan

three thousand miles
is spanned through the
wonder of modern technology

two syllables I cannot say
hover between your casual glances
when I pretend I'm not looking

one week ago, other things mattered

[Bloodcinder]

That's impressive.

[Gio Takahashi]

Wow, very nice. What inspires you to write poetry?

[Gerrymander]

A lot of things, really...in this particular case, it was being gloomy combined with listening to Philip Glass's Metamorphosis set.

[Seegtease]

I like it.