I howled at the moon for coasting its orbit like a lone boy on the surface of the community swimming pool at dusk, clutching a kick-board, craving the fresh penny that flashes ghostly golden brown stripes among the white ones, but afraid of the water, afraid to dive, or like a half-witted vulture circling, too [...]
Archive for December, 2009
The moon’s wasted potential
Posted in -all posts-, inspirational, tagged career, employment, fear, frustration, job, missed opportunity, money, moon poetry, opportunity, poetry, poets, success, talent, wasted potential on December 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
an untitled gallery of poems that Matilda Beupine decided to call Untitled
Posted in -all posts-, art & writing, tagged Abilify, art, existentialism, gross stuff, Humor, installation art, mental illness, modern art, Music, panic attacks, panic disorder, poetry, postmodernism, psychiatric disorders, psychiatric meds, the arts, Zoloft on December 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I. Colorful Pompoms Scattered across the Floor as Installation Art that prodigy’s installation art is such a babble of atoms. it looks like an endless orchestral warm-up with swirls of piccolo and puffs of tuba like confetti on one big dense sheet of sound, standing still with all the potential to make the most unexpected [...]
Norman: Hold On
Posted in -all posts-, inspirational, tagged Broadway, depression, hold on, inspirational, lyrics, marsha norman, motivational, Music, musical theater, musical theatre, musicals, perseverence, secret garden, Strength, strong people, the secret garden, uplifting on December 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
What you’ve got to do is Finish what you have begun, I don’t know just how, But it’s not over ’til you’ve won! When you see the storm is coming, See the lightning part the skies, It’s too late to run- There’s terror in your eyes! What you do then is remember This old thing [...]
Plath: Morning Song
Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged babies, childbirth, famous poetry, famous poets, femininity, Life, motherhood, poetry, voice, womanhood on December 6, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no more your mother Than the cloud [...]
