Note to readers: I don’t think this will read well on a phone. Sorry if it doesn’t.
I was asked the other day if I would ever publish or share any of my poems, and was reminded that even if they were dark, they were of a different time and I am in a different place now. The answer is not really. I don’t write stuff that is worth publishing. However, it occurred to me that it was kind of part of the me I would one day share as part of my “galería” here. And so this blog post is a response to that friend’s question I guess.
I’m only going to share a few poems here. It will give you an idea of what I used to write like. Some are in rhythm and rhyme, but I actually hate using that as it no longer becomes truth pouring out freely, but a halted mess with words or phrases I wouldn’t normally use. I don’t like that. It’s not me.
So here goes…
The light… my light-bringer, my muse at the time. He helped me see that the way I was being treated by my then husband was wrong. Sadly it took me about 8 more years before I was strong enough to finally make a lasting change. And in those 8 years I went through this all the time.
Blabbing for me here was just me having a conversation with someone and not knowing that what was happening in our home was not normal.
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I couldn’t see a way out back then. I didn’t realise I could just leave. Walk away. I thought I was supposed to keep taking it and that in trying to be better every day I might one day reach the point of good enough to not be hurt anymore.
Winged monkeys are mischief makers. Giving voice to my thoughts and feelings would be like giving wings to monkeys that I knew would make trouble for me. So long as I just stayed quiet and did what I was asked without complaint I would get less harassment. If the truth of how I felt ever leaked out through the cringe of my mouth or the darkening of my eyes, I’d cop it, so I figured words coming out would be much worse. So they didn’t get wings till nearly 7 years after I wrote this.
Enough of the heavy stuff. Here’s a few lighter hearted dodgy ones from when I started writing poetry for the first time since 1992. The first, below, I wrote of what I saw as a comic experience when I was 18. I’d always pictured it as words written with a falling feather, so I finally told it.
These are the trees of my childhood. I lived in them. The “Archive” here was the National Film and Sound Archive. I used to dream of making films one day, but that’s a boat I missed. It was something I used to visit every now and again before or after work at Dendy Cinema, Canberra.
This one was a rather abstract collection of experiences or things seen when visiting Darwin for the first time with my sister.
And that was from the same trip, but of getting to be in Kakadu and step onto Arnhem Land. Growing up I was slightly obsessed with the Northern Territory so it was kind of magical finally stepping in places I’d dreamt of visiting one day.
And then there were these dodgy experiments I did where I pulled a card out of my wallet and quickly wrote whatever came to me in under 5 minutes. Here’s two I turned into videos when doing a Screen Media course.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YqN5rj5M_Gk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovaZ_LUDTPo
Told you they were dodgy. Haha.
Well I did it. Another part of me for the “galería”, not that I see it as a current part of me. It was once and maybe one day I’ll do more again… besides in geocaching logs. I’ve done a few of those. I found a Shakespeare themed cache once so I sat at GZ and wrote a dodgy poem in Shakespearean Sonnet form.
https://www.geocaching.com/seek/log.aspx?LUID=e45e99a5-12e0-4a74-b2ec-053630481c54
See! It’s all dodgy shit. Nothing to publish in a book, that’s for sure!
Okay, so I just tried writing a poem or two. One is a shakespearean sonnet which I will definitely not share because it’s something very personal to me, but I like the way it turned out. Then I wrote two Haikus that flowed from the same theme as the sonnet. Here’s one… my parting words:
Longing to touch skin
Making her wet from within
She resists again