A female writer on Instagram who happens to be a feminist and women’s rights activist, shared a post about rape and sexual harassment. Staggering figures state that 1 out of 5 women in the world will be raped at one point in their lives. Appalled at this horrifying fact, I’m sharing this piece as to raise awareness.
For the longest time I was held in a dreamlike state Your rapture shook me awake Captured erratic storms inside Stirred my static soul alive And just as suddenly Laid me back to rest After your cruel departure I've never felt More dead to the world At the hands of your murder
Why must you insist On taming the beast inside When there are wild flames Dancing behind darker eyes A wildfire heart Roaring to be freed Riverbends birthed Rouge in the bloodstream Racing pulse pulls To run with the wolves Overgrown woods scream To be unearthed Nature sprouting, thriving Untouched, submersed Why must we protest Bounding ourselves in chains When the strong call of wilderness Howls deep in our veins
SOMEONE ASKED THE QUESTION: HOW DO I BEGIN WRITING POETRY?
This was my reply on the fly....
Take out your notebook and let's begin with an apple...
Place the apple on a table and describe it without mentioning fruit...write about the taste, the color, the smell...what does it remind you of? Maybe it reminds you of your grandmother's apple pie. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla when you walked into her house. What did the house remind you of? My grandmother's house reminded me of a museum, everything covered in plastic. How about you? How would you describe your grandmother's house? Was there cigarette smoke mixed in with the cinnamon and vanilla? There was with mine. Was it a safe space in time? Were you a child or an adult? Did you visit with family or alone? Was she a mother figure like mine? Your thoughts don't have to rhyme. What color dress was she wearing the last time you saw her? Did her dress look like a bouquet of flowers on a coffin or a grave?
Or maybe the apple reminds you of an apple grove. Picture this in your mind: Sitting under an apple tree with your first love...what was she wearing? Were her eyes blue as the sky or green as grass? Was her dress lavender or pink forget-me-nots? Was her hair red as a sunset or black as a Raven? Can you describe her as a color...as a painting...as a song.... and if as a song, what lyrics come to mind? How do you feel when you think of her now? Were you both eating apples? Were they sweet or sour? Did her kiss taste of apples or peppermint bubble gum? Was it raining? Was there sunshine streaming through the trees? Describe those sunbeams of light through the trees, resting on your lover's face, on her hair, on her body. Did her lips glisten as if touched with sweet cream butter melting in the summer sun..
Now imagine the apple orchard is a garden, not just any garden, but the Garden of Eden. Your lover hands you an apple....it's the first time you've ever tasted it. Describe the taste of it as a secret between you and her. Do you feel guilty about this, are you happy? Now describe temptation. How would you tempt someone? As a serpent, as an elephant or as a butterfly? Describe falling from Grace or Separation from God, distance from a parent or betrayal from a friend.
Imagine now you walk back into your grandmother's house and she has just baked an amazing apple pie and it smells delicious and you can't wait to taste it because the taste of apples reminds you of your lovers kiss, but this time your grandmother is laying dead on the floor. Was it a heart attack? Was it murder? There is flour all over the floor and footprints leading to an open window. Now replace the flour with snow and you are standing outside the house looking in on the scene with footprints in the snow leading up to the open window as you look at her on the floor and you can smell apples outside the window in the cold. It's snowing big snowflakes or is it flour floating in the air? What does the cold feel like? Can you compare cold to an emotion or to an event? Or are the snowflakes actually Cherry blossoms? Do the cherry blossoms smell like your lovers perfume? Have you returned to the Garden or are you laying in her bed somewhere in Japan? What pops into your mind as you are looking into her eyes? Compare this moment to something else past, present or future.
How do you feel about the loss of your grandmother? Describe pain as a color. Or maybe your lover just broke up with you under the apple tree...describe how you feel without mentioning the tree or the apples. Now replace the apple tree with clouds and the apple with thunder and the kisses with tears and the excitement with lightning....I can go on and on and write a book around an apple...but that's just me...this is about you....let your imagination soar....open your mind to the possibilities all around you....poetry is like a filter for life!