linda-pahl - Hello Poetry

linda-pahl

I am new to writing poetry and have, to date, written four simple poems. / / My first was at the request of a friend who asked me to write a poem for a digital photo I edited and altered to create a glorious female bull (yes, I know about the equipment problem, but, hey, poetic license). I called this fantastical creature, and the poem she inspired, Toro Hembra. In the story, Toro Hembra appears out of thin air one Halloween night. Some random fellow, in full matador regalia, is walking by on his way to a costume ball, and, suddenly, his red cape catches a breeze. For more, go read Toro Hembra. For a glimpse of Toro Hembra: http://instagram.com/p/oKJyDQTd7T/ / / Writing that first poem so focused my mind and fired up my imagination, that I forgot all else. It was a sign that I needed to do more of that. / / I googled "poetry" and amongst the crowded field I spotted the friendly and uncomplicated "hellopoetry.com" and chose it to be home to my fledgling prose in hopes it one day soars.

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dark butterfly emerges at the taste of the moon both fragile and strong with bent gossamer wings she lifts towards the sky and drinks full of the light and dances in moonbeams in celebration of flight Linda Pahl, 7/10/14

Jul 10, 2014

Jul 10, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC

mariposa oscura

I am writing through this depression; its helping me cope.

Jul 4, 2014

Jul 4, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC

Finding the Words (10W)

I am writing through this depression; its helping me cope.

Again I hide in the empty shadows like a lumbering beast felled by the pain of an ancient wound A familiar suffocating grief flows along salty streams that carry me to sleep's warm embrace I am gone, lost, fading day by endless day hearing only the hum of the living world and the endless ticking of the clock Blindly I've stumbled upon the well worn pathways of self rebuke so strangely reassuring to me now The ghosts smell blood in the water already they are circling sleep, sleep, blessed black velvet sleep

Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC

Melancholia

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 3:32 AM UTC

A Beautiful Thought by Horace Mann

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

"Interdependence unfolds through ephemeral space time events." You don't say.

Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC

Random Deepity 1 (10W)

"Interdependence unfolds through ephemeral space time events." You don't say.

It is good heart keeps pumping when mind says enough.