Intimacy
Sometimes, life plunges me
into deep
messes.
The smelly, vast darkness
of unknown
recesses.
I search for a rope,
I weep, flail and
shout.
But without going in
there's no getting
out.
Ruth Powers, copyright 2009
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Katie Jane,
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Writing this kind of poetry is clarification for me. I keep scratching and weeding out until (hopefully) only truth remains--just the essence, and no extra blah, blah, blah. No ornamentation--just the (naked) truth.
That's the aim, anyhow.
KJ,
ReplyDeleteFunny you should mention it.
I've started reading a book called, "Is there a book in you?"
If I write a book of poetry, I'm pretty sure it'll have to be self-published. Not much of a market for those things...
I would definitely want to send the acquisitions editor at Namaste publishing some of my work. What do I have to lose?
ReplyDeleteMy e-mail is: ruth@sopris.net, if you want to correspond more about this.
And thank you, so much, for your appreciation--it is appreciated :-)
I second Katie Jane, Ruth! I like this poem you made!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shannon!
ReplyDeleteHi Ruth,
ReplyDeleteFirst time on your blog. Love your poems. Found your blog through Naked.
Thanks for what you wrote to the anonymous lady with the divorce over her head. Helped me too, although I'm more like your student...
Keep up the postings.
blessings,
M-
Thank you for sharing the juiciness of the in to me and see journey.
ReplyDeleteLove and light surround you!