We Be Catching Giants

We pull and gasp, in short, an introduction

to sing the fray our tender ropes will burn.

Descendants ought to put their hands to function,

but never they the splitting end discern.

We shout of those we capture; lay at rest

when yet we still have not ourselves found peace.

In searching out the wave, we miss the crest,

And sit and stretch while eating false release.

Of power drunk’dness, say our foes, we are,

but blurry vision keeps our ears yet deaf.

The fires burn their truths, and seeing stars,

there’s nothing bright as black in charcoal left.

                Our reins are taut on broadly shouldered giants.

                The final pulls will be our dark’ning lights.

This is just a first draft of a sonnet for creative writing two. I won't tell you what I meant by it, because I will not always be present for my readers! But, yes. I think I will like this class.

In the Glory of the Morning

I bend over her

and watch her in bed.

Aaron taught me to be patient –

that the blue sticky umbrella petal

will always refuse to be rushed.

She sounds like an Eskimo kiss

with the slightest nuzzle of star ends,

and before even I can prepare,

hours seem like minutes

and I can taste Ipomoea purpurea

in the early sun-warmed air.

 

Exposed

At the height of spring,

there were seven eggs for me.

Hiding under the old great pine –

that I never thought would be gone,

but now is –

that was the best spot

if you had something

that you wouldn’t want found.

The needles stab at kids’ feet,

but it’s worth it even if there are no eggs

because that’s where the pink paper

walls hang from their roof

with the fluid clinging

of a pretty bleeding heart. 

 

Abortion

Mine is a gentle pull

on waves of royal blue

over a still, solid bottom.

I catch the ocean

in my cupped palm

and drink in liquid gold

from the heavens.

My greed is my demise,

but my children smile

because I have made them

whole again.

Until they are salty tears

of a mere sunflower,

they are alive.

 

In the tool shed!

He’d call to me,

with garden gloves

shaking stalks of –

something or other.

Sure as sun found sky,

he would make things grow.

I brought him scissors

in the summertime

to watch him shear away

sordid suckers of life,

the dandelions.

Dandy Lions

I pucker my lips

as they growl,

the panthers of the garden.

They are strong at root

and weak at seed.

It makes me feel strong,

just as they’d like.

A bowtie flies off too,

with a dandy flippancy.

These are "flower poems" from lit mag that I just found (looking for my best writing to submit to a competition tomorrow -- nervous!).  I really don't like them much, but I've decided to post them anyway because I like to have all of my writing in one place, where I can go back and revise it wherever I am. The last two I don't believe I ever turned in for credit, but they were just more fun for me.

Winged Regality

Somehow, she holds
a delicate balance in the air.
Not graceful—
she tips as if filled
with sloshing, sweet water—
but she stays above the dirt
until she's found her niche
in a colorful shoot that blooms
for her.
Still someday it will find itself
as a part of the honey-like soil
that breeds the air
of her flicker.

Drawing for Fun Again

        Hi again!  This year I've been in a drawing 2 class at my school, so I've been doing quite a bit of drawing there, but seeing as all of my art is still at the school until the end of the quarter, I am unable to bring you any of those pieces at this time. :)
        Today, though, I bring you a random drawing that I did because I felt like drawing!

 

Christina Applegate - image used here

        Nope, I don't know who Christina Applegate is, but I know Google does! In this drawing, she sort of reminds me of Nicole Kidman (not sure why) and a 40s housewife... though I doubt the earrings fit the latter.  :-) 

        Things I learned from drawing class:

• If you look at your picture in a mirror, you can see all of the mistakes more clearly! 
• If you take off your glasses (if you have bad eyesight like me - if not, squint), you can assign and check values more quickly.  
• Do not draw with lines! Draw with values. (Although it's mostly well-known, it must always be repeated.) 

        I hope you all are having a good day, and will have a good new year!

Call On Me, Sister

She, that crisp, solid piece of us,
is going to fall from our arms,
be lifted on the warm spine
of the wind,
and crawl up to the head
of God.
I have golden roots in my heart,
torn out and tied in heavy knots,
and I will just fall to the ground,
for now.
With autumn,
she leaves to grow more.
I'm afraid that maybe
when she comes back,
she won't see the weeds I lay upon
as she once did.
Or me, a frail-fingered candle
next to her blooming faith.
But no,
I have my forest here,
of arms, and hands, and several limbs.
We will hold our branches together,
like we always have,
and wait for her to spring
back to us from over the oceans.
And though our hearts are in pain
and our stomachs are twisted,
we still write her collective love letters
under the ground.
When she finds Him,
maybe she'll bring me to Him, too.

Evening Rapture

It's so quiet when people sleep.

When sounds sink to deaf ears,
the air is crisscrossing
over aluminum strings.
The ribbons are restless
while we rest.
They vibrate with the inconsequential noises
of the night,

ceasing to play with a daylight fervor.
When we toss
with our dreams,
it's not enough anymore

to move them to a note.
They sigh softly in harmony

with everything that gets ignored.
They hum.
I wonder if my thoughts
are enough to move them.
They seem loud to me,
filling up my head.
I think maybe my whole body
is filled with strings,

and my thoughts can play them through

to my skin.

If my head were not my own,

or I just didn’t have my head,

would my strings hum?

I give in to this special silent music

to drift off, though,

to where my strings sing

and never hum where I hear them.

This is the second major edit of "The Hum" that I did for my literary magazine class.  I actually like it so much better than the original!  Having peers that would really criticize my work made me see things that people weren't understanding, and I think that I get the point across a lot better, this time.  :)

Summer's Fading Fury

          Hello, again!  These are my five prints from my first film photography project, "6 Basic Guidelines", line, rule of thirds, balance, simplicity, and framing (five, because no one cares about the "do not"s).  I'm actually pretty proud of these, even though there are a few that seem like they are dark enough to be a bit creepy. 
          The current photography project that I am working on is "Reflection".  It was actually a lot harder than this project, mostly because it wouldn't rain, so I didn't have good outdoor reflection until past the due date.  Lucky me that my teacher was absent!  I'm going to start working on prints tomorrow in class if all goes well. :-)

          I hope you all are having a fabulous time!  I expect that I shall post later on tonight... or at least soon.  Until then, a song!  "Just the Way You Are" - Bruno Mars (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)

An Update Before Disappearing Again!

       Hi there!  I realize it's been a while, but school's been killer (technically, I should still be doing homework right now).  So, I hope you like this picture!  I watched a lot of Mulan recently. :-)

       In school I'm also on Literary Magazine staff!  I forgot how stressful it was to have to write things on a deadline.  None of my writing has yet been up to par -- I need to get back in the swing of things!

       Have a fabulous week. :-)  Here are some other pictures I've done, from before school started!