Saturday, September 7, 2013
Shades of Shay
I love poetry and there is a plethora of it online. The problem is finding good poetry, and that's as easy as finding good rap: You've got to know what you're looking for and be willing to wade through the mass produced, commercial counterfeits to find it.
Me, I'm also partial to women, bad-ass women even more. Hey, I like what I like. Today's featured poet is wicked bad-ass. Frankly it wouldn't have been fair to feature others with her. When she enters a space, everything moves around her. Check out a few of her shades:
The Pious Sex Toy
The pious sex toy feels that its daily life
does not reflect its deepest yearnings
i have hung spirit jars on the fruit tree outside our bedroom window,
and i have done this slowly, with intent,
like a kiss.
I was soaking
I must have fallen asleep
to my slowed breathing;
my slowed heartbeat;
I must have started to dream.
Pablo Neruda was an intense guy.
We found him in some mom & pop Mexican place in San Antonio,
scribbling on a napkin,
burning the place down wherever he parked his heart.
Did you get your poetry on this week? If not poetry, what rocked your world? Drop a link and brief description.
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