Joan Marie

Jul 2017

Paul Donnell

This night drifts slowly towards the dawn.
Such nights are for slow songs and solitude.
To contemplate; create.
To open hidden doors.
To fill blank pages
With oceans of consciousness.

#night #slow

Jul 2017

E. E. Cummings

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Joan Marie Jun 2017

psyched!

as quickly as I lay on my cradle to sleep that night,
the dark bit my head as I turn off the light
my sheets start to fold in, pulling me into a wrap
bringing me to a place between the real and the unreal, a gap

my eyes closed, my conscious asleep
my mind opened, my thoughts start to creep
dancing in pandemonium in the corners of my brain
psyched! I think I might be awake in my dream

extraordinary things I see after the passing of a bright gleam
rainbow behind clouds, magical creatures, and unusual things flee
a girl runs freely then fumbles along with her dress longer than it should be
psyched! this girl must be me!

a strange woman suddenly appears, helps her up and gives her a look
she smiles at her and gives her a kiss on her forehead
my conscious falls out of my sheets, my eyes snap open
again, this woman visits me in my dream
I wonder if she could be that special someone taking a peep
her image suddenly passes my sight
I know the stars could be holding her tonight

A poem I wrote in 9th grade. I think it would be fitting to preserve it in this site.

#dream #unconscious #story #child #night

Joan Marie Apr 2017

prism

you were the mystery beneath the shadows
the dull that once was, shifted to something new
you were the tears that she would sow
knees fall on the floor, now an unfamiliar view

my feet walk in haste, if meeting would allow
change is certain, fear is left for no one to dine
gone are the days, when you let me down
colors sprangle, your face beams at mine

Rusty and quite vague, I know. I just started writing again. Bear with me :)

#change #improvement

Joan Marie Jun 2016

the shift

tonight the moon is the soul
she weeps in gold
from the berth lingers a call
the sheets start to unfold
the stars ebb, the night collides