while we wait

violently purple, the pages this time.

my pages are prepped for adventure,

my pages are patterned for poetry.

i should have said that before.

the pen + the heart have met, here.

i have been waiting for this moment.

the far-off eye-catch. the initial hello.

it's only a matter of time. let's dance while we wait.

oh, the spin of thought that makes me

has been set free, allowed to play with others,

called on for its opinion. criss-cross the color wires

and i'll have a helping of humble pie,

ankles relaxed into flight

while the hand + the head do the work.

08.2013

[breathe again.]

hi, lovelies.

thanks for sticking with me through the reworking of this blog, i rather like the way it is now. please, please, please comment if you like what you are reading, or if you have something to offer for improvement. i take my writing very seriously, and appreciate the feedback!

i've recently moved my life back to the States after living in France for seven months, so i'm working on getting my life back in order, looking for a job and organizing all of my things. if i pop in and out, that's why!

many of you write from prompts from other poetry blogs, some off of Poets United and some not, and i will be working that into my writing on here soon, so stay tuned. and thank you, as always, for reading.

peace and love
dlf xo

a new girl now like always

i nearly forgot that i have to write

a poem today, and then i remembered

that there are only two pages left

in this poetry journal here and it

made me want to go write

right away because i love i love

the finality that comes with completion

of eight months' worth of thought

put deliberately on so many different days,

in so many different states of mind. i'm

on the very last page now and it feels

fucking fantastic to be here; what

a journey it has been and i am of course

a new girl now like always

when i reach the end and it's

bitter and it's sweet and it's

time. a mirror to my own life --

it's time for something new for me,

too, an adventure i can ride through

beaming from the rush.

04.14.2012

word bath

put me on another poetry diet,

some days i can't get enough.

it's good for me to bathe in words

trying to find some i haven't yet used;

i depend too much on others to inspire me

when i can't make sense of what i've

been given. but without seeing what others are

creating i'll never be able to create

something better. we all have philosophies

and i try hard to follow mine.

when i'm done pulling out hairs still

attached to my head i'll make something up

and hope it matters. if not i'm slinking back

to the word bath hoping it will throw me a strong enough line

before i drown in recycled filth.

04.15.2012

bedridden

the words went away and
she wanted to cry at the loss but
instead she let her heart carry the
things she wanted to say and
a stringy stream of thoughts became
the core of all her muddled misgivings that
had enjoyed floating around, unused in
the negative space in bedridden head, and
she breathed when at last she saw those
words she'd subconsciously conjured in
tandem opposition to her need to write and
she marveled at such results from a
frantic girl, not keen to surrender her tongue just
yet.

04.2010

threads

i christen these pages anew
with words i can only pray haven't
crossed paths before.

but perhaps it's a lost cause
nowadays.

all the star-crossed poets are cursed
to always find
their lives mirrored on paper,
in rhyme
or simply in a passing thought
they may never find again.

it's the way of the world
but it's also the way they've chosen
so pity is, unfortunately, scarce.

and we twirl around to an end,
whereupon the result is praised and collected
or it becomes the newest resident
of the ever-feared and over-filled
waste-paper bin.

when the muse is gone,
whether vanished or lost,
it's either a fresh vantage point
or catastrophe.

sometimes it's trial and error
and others it spills from the pen
flowing from heart to hand
like charismatic ink with a mind of its own.
unleashed.

then it's over
and it's another extension of the soul
that somehow escaped to the
notebook's threads
where it's left for ready eyes
or else left for dead.

01.2010

i'd find him words

the iridescent moon called my bluff
from his celestial tower:
'you truly don't look so tough
now; time has turned you sour.'
he glowed and sat there smugly,
and i thought grimly that my muse
must never think me so ugly
as when his inspiration i refuse.

it was nothing personal, but my hand
with lunar ink would not tremble;
even if stricken, all unplanned,
the pretty words could not assemble.
i thought it only right to endure the chide
of faithful master, who'd never suffice
to abandon the heavens he loves to abide;
even for me, no worthy sacrifice.

shaking knees stood on steady ground
and i made a fair bargain for peace:
i would write him letters to sway the sound
that silence makes when affections cease.
if he'd remain my muse when needed
and continue his ritual starlit dance,
i'd find him words, undefeated,
either for verse or prose, with a chance

to dissolve the distance, to make him swoon:
my dedication came alive in letters to the moon.

04.2010

[a clean slate.]

hi again. y'all may have noticed i cleaned this place up a bit. OK, i cleaned it up a lot. i just got in the mood to wipe it all away and start posting freshly, which happens a lot when i don't touch something for a while, but i'm going to start posting here more frequently, and really stick with it this time.

so, just checking in. looking forward to reading more from you as well over on your spaces, and hopefully getting more active in the poetry blog scene. thanks for sticking around.

peace and love
dlf xo

nowhere to go

when the words have nowhere to go
they pool precariously in my head
where i trap them between wishes and wants
and memories are bleeding all over the place
seeping into the words
cancerous rendez-vous, infection
by the time they spill out
to the listeners and the non-believers
even i don't exactly know where they've been
but who the hell wants to know
an entire past anyway
i don't have time to know anyone that well
but my words i know
they spend so much time inside of me
i don't even let all of them out
i can't send them just anywhere
they are my protected progeny
where else would they go
we'd both be lost

08.2011

[poetry soon.]

hello everyone. i realize it's been a while since you've heard from me, and i apologize. currently i'm living in France teaching English, so sometimes it's hard to keep up with this little blog of mine. however, i will be returning quite soon and posting more regularly, i promise. just about a month and a half to go here in France before heading back to the States for whatever new adventure life has in store for me...

that being said, i'd like to edit this blog a bit, not in layout or design but just in the posts i've made, and i might go through and delete a few here and there. sometimes i get in these weird redesign phases where i just want to wipe the slate clean and start all over. i hope that no matter what you'll stick with me here and continue to read my work and support me, and i hope to be able to do the same for you.

i am still on Poets United and hope to keep contributing there, so if you've come over from PU, welcome, and stay tuned for original poetry very soon.

peace and love
dlf xo