I am a novice poet in Newfoundland, Canada who has only dabbled in the writing world of words. I recently had been inspired by Sylvia Plath who has captured my heart with her truth. I have done some mediocre poetry in the past but nothing worth keeping. I figure, if I complete one poem a day maybe, just maybe I will get better. So that's my plan, to proliferate my creative out-ports! I am very active with spoken word, more specifically, Theatre. I am in my fourth year at Grenfell Campus, Memorial University practicing my love of acting. I hope my understanding of communication will allow my poetry to reach other people who read it the same way I connect with the audience on stage.
Obsolecence ------------ Oh dusty wrinkled fabric, You are old and tattered, your Shadows crack mountain-tops And your stains shout stories of Love, lust, and teardrops. Why does nobody wash you? You lie there amongst rubble Forgotten and unlovable, And the stitches that held you up Now fall in piles unrecoverable. I understand you now, buried quilt. To be left alone, to witness Time move ahead without your presence. Maybe I will lay with you for while, We can chat about our obsolescence.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
The Brain of a Killer (18/08/2017)
A Sort of Remembering (17/08/2017)
I Failed, Miserably (12/08/2017)
The Poetic Death (01/08/2017)
I Love, I Am, I Feel (31/07/2017)
Green Biscuits (27/07/2017)
Blank Feeling (26/07/2017)
Thunder's Compass (21/07/2017)
Raw Meat (20/07/2017)
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