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Featured Poetress: Catherine DeGear
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Amorphorous Horses

Ain't it scary
the way those
horses rock
back and forth
they just lift those
back feet up
curl back their lips
and kick into the air
amorphous dancers
aren't we
standing out here on the porch
thinking about
dust
red paint
and ghosts
weird foxy country music
pours out of the background
and gallops around
my brain
like that
scary ol' horse
kicking his legs up backward
it makes me bite
my chapped lips
while thinking about
the force of nature

A Little Flower
(Wolves Call)

Wolves lapping faces
the drawing of water
a shallow grave
in which to lie down
a little flower
all I heard
in the space
of time it took
to make you breathe

Shine on the air
hovering over
my face
the way it did
the way we do
as a matter of course

Wolves howling
a chorus
a river
of claws
the bloom of
a little flower
all I heard
in the space of time
it took to make you breathe

Shine on the air
hovering over my face
the way it did
the way we do
patience is bliss
wolf paws
all over my pillow

Fried Sugar Throat

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
wear me anyway you want
as long as I'm soft
drawn open
a fried sugar throat
a resting bone
breath like strawberry
and a sore sore throat
so sore I rub it
I love it

Do whatever you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
tasting tangerine
caught like a thief
whispering vines
in between teeth

My hands wander
my eyes wander
my heart wanders
I'm fine as long as you
let me go on about with
this sweetness
a fried sugar throat
going sweeter
with every turn

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
spin me round
see what you create
little jewel box handler
wear me anyway you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
sore and sweet.


Left on the Beach

A crack in the sand
the area she lay in
a small indentation
wet vines tangled in the sand
sparkling purple sewage
a small indentation
embryo balloon
she was split open
like a melon
a crack in the sand
all her seeds fallen out of her
lay sparkling like an elixir
brought back and forth
by the ocean
salt water
salt air
nourishes her face
a small indentation
the fluffy clouds
the flat blue sky
the neon ocean
wet wet sand
she is sinking
leaving behind only wet tangled vines
sparkling purple embryo
she was split open
like a melon
only the sea knows
only the sea is the place
she can truly call home
a small indentation
a crack in the sand
let the sun embalm her
let the sun embalm her
she is not lost
just spilt
a small indentation
a crack in the sand
let her be
the long silence
a breath of fresh air
a small indentation
but still the seeds must grow.

Swollen Velvet

I have many gifts
hidden in my dreams
I talk in my sleep
body juice
just (drips)
and I swirl
around in a room
looking to be found
held and put into place

Meanwhile I am outside
in a rust garden
handling steel roses
of my own making
they are turning gold
as I try to cut myself on them
(over and over and over and over)
so I'll be born
into a softer (blood red) petal

It is time consuming
and I am about as patient
as broken glass
cutting into my throat
making it hurt (to talk)

See the red roses
swollen velvet
dripping
into the earth
making the garden grown green again

Lush am I
a heart full of cut diamonds
cutting (cutting)
making me softer
swollen velvet
sweeter through pain.

Worn Inside

I pour chlorine on my skin
to bleach the blues away
I light my hair on fire
just to get me to move
out of the center
of this place
where silence grows
like a swollen tongue
I'm cotton swabbed
I'm fiery red
I'm dark angel blue
I'm a hazy amber whisper
and I can't fucking move
out of here
out of this place
I don't want to be this girl
worn inside
a light switch that goes
off and on
like penance
the darkness falls over me
and I become blanker than blank
utterly unable to describe what it is like
to be taken over by yourself
and put in a cage
which some people enjoy
others don't
I just learnt how to get through it
unscathed
and not too terrorized
like my father was
the rage
worn inside
unlike him
I don't hit others
I only hit me
without saying a word
I pour chlorine on my skin
to bleach the blues away
and powder down the darkness
move it away
so I can move on
and say that I have won
at least this time.

Desire Worn/Skin Like Apples

I keep biting into you
wishing for skin like apples
I scorn the truth
unwrap the wrapper
desire is worn
like a soft disaster

I wish to possess
tear and master
this descent
into the other side
of self

I am pushing up
a river of bricks
and wires
soft now, brush my eyes down
falling into a cold blue pool

Balance the surface
not wishing for nails
just a smile of contentment
and I swim on

Whirling in skin like apples
biting into you
unwrapping the wrapper
my desire is worn
like a soft disaster

I just keep laughing out diamonds
and head for shore
my skin like apples.


Catherine's Bio...

I ... have been writing poetry on and off since I was 15.  I've always had hard time thinking of what I write as "poetry", as for me it's always been a therapeutic way of dealing with my life. I've used it to help deal with issues and heal myself as opposed to looking at it as art.   I've also been much more inspired by music and musical lyrics than I have perhaps been by straight-up poetry.  Hearing Patti Smith's LP Horses at age 15 pretty much gave me the inspiration to fuse poetic language with the images in my head and start writing. I've pretty much kept what I've written private until I started sharing it with friends who seemed to think I had talent and should do something with it.  As in submit it somewhere! ;-)

Musings
 
 

Art is not so much expressing oneself, as it is discovering oneself.
- Anawanitia

The only thing better than singing is more singing.
- Ella Fitzgerald

Stop. Breathe. Allow yourself the luxury of doing nothing for a moment, or an hour, or even a day. It is in emptiness that inspiration will appear.
- Carole Katchen

I don't see why we ever think of what others think of what we do no matter who they are. Isn't it enough just to express yourself?
- Georgia O'Keeffe

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Meggie Pina,
shares her art & Inspiration in her Affirmation Gallery

     
Poetry

Fried Sugar Throat

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
wear me anyway you want
as long as I'm soft
drawn open
a fried sugar throat
a resting bone
breath like strawberry
and a sore sore throat
so sore I rub it
I love it

Do whatever you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
tasting tangerine
caught like a thief
whispering vines
in between teeth

My hands wander
my eyes wander
my heart wanders
I'm fine as long as you
let me go on about with
this sweetness
a fried sugar throat
going sweeter
with every turn

Peel me like a pear
I don't care
spin me round
see what you create
little jewel box handler
wear me anyway you want
I don't care
as long as I'm soft
sore and sweet.

by Catherine De Gear

 
     
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