Verse Exercises

A portfolio for her verses

dealing with existentialist grief

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tell me something beautiful
read poetry sing a song
anything to ease the cutting harrow
of The Infinite Limitless
I could stuff darkness and grief in it, easy
and there is more left

therapy, therapy I admit
literature for the pregnant pause
between the cradle of my awareness
and my body death

letters only distraction
a vessel for the trip from this bank and the next

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Written by thedoe

June 21, 2015 at 9:04 pm

When it has been too long

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It gets to a point where it gets like this
Missing it, the song-ness of it
The way it runs in my mind
Certainly, admittedly, acceptably idiosyncratic
Better to say, the way it plays
Unlike music, but so like song
Whether somber, mad or high
The quietness of it, always
Quietly strong, or cracking
But quietly the same
A human voice rising above silence
Drawing a cleft to make room
For innovation? or if you like, art
But to me it is first a voice,
A lonely singer for a moment
Until it finds its way, under your skin

Written by thedoe

July 28, 2014 at 3:47 am

This is writing about loss.

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This is a story. It took a minute for the core plot to set down in thought. A few seconds later, the details were worked out, like the slant of her eyes. But it only took a moment of distraction, for attention to stray, and a colossus fell to the sand, again.

This is a story about a story, written on the back of a draft. The draft is work and the story on its back is distraction, warming a seat. But the draft was thrown in the trash, the story forgotten; remembered only when the irrevocable had passed.

This is a story about a story about a story, now a draft on a notepad in green ink. It is writing about loss, also: clumsy people. It is an attempt to recollect the first trawl. But not everything is here. There is more ephemera – including a line about eyes.

The first story was about a boy and a girl. The first story only took a moment.

Written by thedoe

April 15, 2014 at 5:51 pm

Posted in Telling a story

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Fragment

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The sleeping woman is a mountain,
dormant

Written by thedoe

April 2, 2014 at 6:49 pm

girl hey

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hey
big girl
baby
hey
big cry girl
big hey
cry baby girl
girl hey
big baby
cry
hey girl
baby girl
hey
big girl
hey
hey
hey

Written by thedoe

March 23, 2014 at 8:13 pm

Posted in Character Study

quickly, like

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It is unbecoming but I sink so quickly, like stone?

so quickly
like
Unbecoming,
stone?
sink so
I
is it
is It?

It
unbecomes
quickly so
stone? like
I

Written by thedoe

March 13, 2014 at 9:33 pm

Posted in Down with the blue

Looking up

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Blue has returned to the sky After much ado, and it is no surprise
The birds are first up, Twittering, though there is still Much white

Written by thedoe

March 12, 2014 at 4:32 pm