New Poetry Exercise

[neverending]

Okay, since the contest (that I sadly didn't enter) went so well, I thought that we should try a new exercise in poetic form. I find writing to be a great outlet for feelings about this as well as many other trying issues in life. These types of poems are a bit more challenging. The first is called a Twice Poem, being that there are two poems in one here (reading across and down, and the second poem is down the right column).

Letter

Why didn’t you stay?...................................Melancholy infested me.
Why didn’t you take me with you?..............There was not a chair for you there.
Why did you lie?..........................................The fragments pierced my body.
Did it feel good?...........................................A million stabs for each false glance.
……………………………………………….......................I picked up the pieces
……………………………………………….......................With tattered fingers.
Was I the only one?.....................................My momentum hurt many.
What did the flowers smell like?.................There were never flowers,
………………………………………………......................Only empty space on the table.
Where did you go?......................................I was lost in that emptiness.
How did you keep you sanity?....................I held it in my hands,
………………………………………………......................Wished it not to leave.
How did it happen?.....................................It never did.
What did it remind you of?..........................It reminds me of June.
How did you keep your sanity?...................I could not keep it,
………………………………………………......................It was lost long ago.
How did it happen?.....................................You will never know.
What did it remind you of?..........................Sunsets in August.

The second type is called a Thrice Poem (I've never seen this anywhere, as far as I know I invented it). There are three poems here. The first is read across, the second is the left hand column, and the third is the right hand column.

I lost myself..........................Suddenly forgotten
Inside a tomb………………………...Thoughts and dreams
Empty and hollow………………....Swim around
Reaching out…………………………..Searching
For a hand……………………………...For a love
That’s gone…………………………....Forever.
Lost…………………………………........Wherever it be
In my heart.……….…………………..I know there is love
Broken………………………………......In me.

(formatting this is a bit of a chore)

So lets see who who can do this... Pick either one (or do both), and base your entries around recovery (of course). Not sure if there will be judges or prizes, or donations, so it may just be for fun. Give it a try.

Mel

[Mayberry]

Dagnabit, Mel. That's HARD TO DO! I'm not sure if this is a twice poem, or a thrice poem, or just a "well, I tried and I failed" poem. For the purposes of the theme (recovery), I'd have to say this would be more about the "discovering the hole in your soul" stage.

Three Little Poems for My Husband's Hurt
Poor little b**tard,	When he was young he learned
how little he was worth,	how
the words he heard:	"I love you"
cut the strings of hope	and
translated into	"You're not enough for me"
alienation.	meant he was and had always been
No account,	doomed.
I can give him	Hope--
translates into	a language he hears only distantly
what it's like to live	as a stranger in a strange land
in trust and peace

[Curious Voyager]

Such a sweet little lad .............................. choked by dust, that poor place
reaching for the sky, stars ........................ hands slapped away, time
things he heard, felt ................................. vengeance empty, his
bully the weak, respect the strong ............. lessons from school, home
classroom of the despised .......................... pain a blanket for winter
forgetting the stars, diet of dirt .................. hurt, anger, rage, fear
No place in the shade ................................ no heart to beat
young pup, old grey wolf ............................ longings unfilled, regret
stars still stare, shine ................................. breath leaves the shell

[breakingfree]

Thanks a lot, neverending. I FINALLY have stopped rhyming and writing limericks on little scraps of paper everywhere(I AM still finding them) and you have to go and start a new contest.

I did however buy another ream of paper, so...... back later folks.

bf

[Mayberry]

Hmmm. TRICKY stuff, this twicey/thricey stuff.

A New Song
Every day	I
Make choices to help me grow.	Can
I claim to know what I'm doing,	See
And avoid all possible stumbling blocks	Clearly?
No. But	Now
There's hope.	The
Light is shining in my life,	Porn
--My dirty little secret--	Is
Exposed as the symptom of a darkness now	Gone
And I am doing the hard work of healing.	It's gonna be a bright, sunshiny day.

[neverending]

Great start everyone. I love the last one Mayberry. I find it quite ironic that the punctuation makes clearly, clearly? As in, "Do I see clearly?" It kinda gives it a bit of humor. The first two poems are serious, the last is simple. A great progression in my opinion.

CV, thanks for the contribution

BF, bring it on.

[Mayberry]

YAY! I passed the thricey test! WOO-HOO! Gotta tell you, Mel, that was a fair-maddening exercise. Thanks for the mental workout today.