As the clown entered,
Everybody laughed and clapped,
And then he started his antics,
And people were laughing hysterically,
What is they’re laughing so hard about?
Is it his idiosyncrasies?
His oddly shaped figure?
Or his pennilessness?
What is it, sir?
What time is it?
Is it dawn yet?
It’s time to go to the dock,
Will be doing an extra shift today,
’cause kids need new shoes,
It’s about dusk now,
Sun is setting over the church bell,
And the sky is going crimson to orange felt.
Again faces would be painted,
Costumes would be worn,
Antics would be performed,
What if trapeze throw him out of the net!
What if he stumbled upon the fire ring!
Thinking thus he went deep into an unknown alley,
Walls were darker,
Roads were dirtier,
No pavements existed, No man, no cart…
My feet, my feet
Are always borderline
Never able to choose
If they should fall or climb
To the right, to the left
Up or down there’s no sign
No little help to show me
Which way to decide
My eyes, my eyes
Aren’t along the same line
Not able to agree
If they are blue or blind
To the trees, to the sea
Over and here, there’s no light
Not enough golden green
To open my pupils
My heart, my heart
Can’t hear you on the line
Not able to debate
If you are wrong or right
Through the voice, through the sound
Empty or full, nothing’s bright
No good intonation
To restart inner beats
You have taken
What was rich inside
Leaving me my lonely poor side
That’s why I’m standing on the line
I’m standing on the line
it’s six o’clock
she hears the whistle
a pause in time
it speeds past
in a flurry of smoke.
she closes her eyes,
waits for the wind,
and leaves it behind.
another day
it’s three o’clock
she feels the metal
bare feet on iron
she dances alone
to soundless music.
she picks up a pebble,
puts it in her pocket,
and moves along.
another day
three thirty this time
she shields her eyes
against the glare
it is almost beautiful.
she gives a grim smile,
reaches for a pebble,
and walks away.
another day
it’s four o’clock
she treads lightly
on the rocky path
the stones dig into her feet
blood or sweat she cannot tell
but she hobbles home again.
with a pebble in her shoe.
another day
four thirty now
she only walks
with shivers and chills, but before she…
The theme of the poem is a maze to get out of “something”
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would love for people to think about the direction they are going in and when they get to the ending, laugh, and go back and decide if they actually made a wrong turn.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I have been writing poetry for about 3 years now.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
My favorite poet is Thomas Hardy; Having to do a essay on him opened my eyes to poetry and the different depth it can go.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I was browsing some other writers work on WordPress.com Reader. They use a feature called recommended blogs that to relate to mine. I stumbled upon WILDsound and I wanted to reach more people to be noticed in the writing community.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
My other works are fiction; 2 novels; 1 of them is soon to be published in 2017; short stories; and of course poetry. I am getting into memoirs as well.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion is write and tell a story that speaks to the heart to make you feel some type of way whether happy, sad, or in between.
That is a good question, mostly because I didn’t have a theme in mind at the time I wrote it, it was more getting something off my chest! In fact, I was surprised my poem was even selected, considering I wrote the poem in 2 hours…with a glass of wine, so the theme is one of shock! Seriously, the tone and theme of the poem is dealing with failure in life, struggling with inferiority and self-esteem.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
Since poetry is subjective, I’m sure some will view this poem with anger, sadness, insight or delight. The most important thing I’d like people to take away from this is that we all screw up, it’s the process of life, but we can learn from our screw-ups, even if it takes this life or the next.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
Believe it or not, only a few months. I never saw myself as a poet, I write mostly fiction, horror, and sci-fi specifically, and, on occasion, comedy.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
I have several: John Keats is one of my favorites, I was exposed to his work in college. I also love Maya Angelou, Amiri Baraka, Nikki Giovanni. In terms in terms of lyrical poetry, Alicia Keys, Bob Dylan, Serge Gainsbourg, and the late, great David Bowie and Prince. They’ve all been a huge influence on my writing.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I did it based on the advice of a friend of mine (whom I hope doesn’t mind me mentioning her name), Tina Thompson, who encouraged me to get my writing out there instead of sitting around waiting for success to come to me. Had Tina not told me what I already knew, yet unwilling to believe, I would still be sitting there wondering “what if?” Thank you for kicking my patootie in the right direction, Tina!
Shameless plug: you can find Tina’s talented self as @alwayswriteTina on Twitter!
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I am in the process of finishing revisions on four stories I’ve written for two anthologies I am going to be featured in this year. The first anthology are reboots of classic myths, folktales and legends. The second anthology, entitled “Human,” explores the human condition, and how we deal with loss, rejection, happiness, anger, etc. I am trying to work on a horror novel, one I started last November for National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo for short.
7) What is your passion in life?
I love writing, and I want my writing to reflect my successes and failures, and how each obstacle I’ve faced has only made me stronger as a result. Plus, I want to see my brilliant, if a bit Mad Hatter-esque, work brought to life as crappy film/TV adaptations! I mean, really, isn’t that what writers live for?*
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