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I've walked on this long street,
the distance stretching out before oneself.
Yes,
this road I've traveled down many times.

Motels for short stays,
houses seemingly empty,
the repair shops to fix what's already broken.

Past the mortuary
with the same sickly-sweet smell of oranges.
How it lingers.
Trying to cover what's already dead and gone.

Poetry Workshop

While on on vacation this summer, I got to go to a pretty cool poetry workshop.  One of the things we did was write our own poem, but there were rules that we had to follow.  I'll explain them as I go on.

We were split into groups and given a word: "Red" and we had to write something that came to mind like, red car, red blood, red rose, etc..  I got "red light" than we had to take the letter of the first word (so with "r" from "red") and go three letters down the alphabet (that would be "u") and create a new word that would go with our second word (light) so here is what I got:

red - light - ultraviolet
smooth - skin - vulnerable
soothing - lips - velvet
beautiful - perfume - exotic
fast - car - indigo

After we had finished, we had to take the new words that we wrote and create a poem with it.  So I had to use ultraviolet light, vulnerable skin, velvet lips, exotic perfume, and indigo car, all in the new poem.  We didn't have a lot of time so the writing process was very intuitive and you really couldn't edit your stuff and sit and meditate on the best phrase to express "happy" lolol or something like that.  Once we wrote out the poem we had to read it backwards, it actually turned out quite interesting!  Some people's poems made more sense backwards!! XD
So here is mine backwards:

The indigo car speeds towards it's destination,
Under vulnerable skin,
The lick of velvet lips and the smell of exotic perfume,
Full of neon and ultraviolet lights,
A city scape at night.

Now, here is my poem right-side-up:

A city scape at night,
Full of neon lights and ultraviolet lights,
The lick of velvet lips and the smell of exotic perfume,
Under vulnerable skin,
The indigo car speeds towards it's destination.

Our group members would choose two lines that they liked the best, and from those two lines we would create another poem.  Here is my finished result:

The indigo car speeds towards its destination
As the engine growls beneath it's whine,
The pavement lines slip away one by one like boyfriends falling by the wayside,
The lick of velvet lips
Groove to the beat as she pursues her next catch.

lololol, I was told that it was "sassy" :D

Mimi

This one is dedicated to my great grandmother who passed away a couple of years ago at the age of 99.

Her lips were cerulean; a never melting frost.
The blue blossomed in the corners of those lips
As the white of snow played upon her relaxed face as delicate as moth wings.
The perfectly quaffed hair of an angel she laid in her coffin,
Her boat that would take her on a voyage to worlds beyond.

Reminiscent to the Lady of Shallot.
Her song had sung into those who knew her
In a clear voice that ran through one’s soul
As clear as a bird yet soft as a breeze.
Woven with the themes of life,
In each of us she sung her breath, her spirit.
We now carry a part of her with us.
Her story becomes ours intertwining with time through love and remembrance.

She was a storyteller, cantadora, medicine woman, wise sage,
The matriarch of our family.

Omens

Trying to burnish the bad omens that stick to oneself like spider webs made of glue,
Clinging as they ooze
Forming a labyrinth of captivity.

A capsule,
Where one cannot move,
Reminiscent of drowning.
The weightlessness seizing you away without your consent.

These omens of doubt and of failures,
Of opportunities lost,
And regret in oneself,
All fester like a disease.

To Protect?

A world of glass,
Of mirrors and reflections

Full of inverted specters.

Opposite of the topside world.
Their views too narrow to be seen.

Punishing the innocent
A public trial to condemn,
The verdict already decided before the start.

They cheer for the impending smell of death and decay
Their mouths foam in their unseen ignorance.
They applaud and relish such thoughts.

All together, they stand as one.
Here in this world of glass.
Full of inverted minds.

New Poet

I found a new Poet which I love! He is a chilean poet by the name of Pablo Neruda. Perhaps you have heard of him? or perhaps not. But here is a poem by him which is (in my humble opinion) fantastic! Enjoy~

Lost in the Forest

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.
Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.