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.
Destiny has delivered us
through ages, eras and eons
to this moment, it’s enchanting
and here we are
at the same place, same time Entering into this sacred experience
craved by our senses
a feast for our souls, our bodies
and our minds
All this splendor
no other love on this planet
has ever had the flow we generate
it’s a cosmic, celestial movement
that makes earth and heaven, vibrate
As we connect
and become one heartbeat
we are complete
and while we’re apart
I’ll reminisce
how we touched
Basking in the strength of your stare
Two stones with intelligence and loyalty take away the air
Always there to help and challenge hard as steel filling with despair unyielding to the truth
Sitting in the silence with nothing needing to be said once comfortable and loving now distant and hard
A shell so deep and unbreakable nothing would be the same not after all trust was lost
A glimmer of hope could be seen as she tried clinging to loyalty but in the blink of an eye it all vanished as the black hole of mistrust tore everything apart
The only thing to be seen was a beautiful shade of green with memories past flooding through as a whisper was heard in the darkness
Once, when Ellaine was a child;
Her mother had told her many a times
It wasn’t the food or water that made a person
But care and warmth and passion and love
And all that which brought a smile during the dark times.
And so as she grew up,
Ellaine thought about it for more than a little while
She thought and thought around the clock
And in the end came to a belief that she held firm like a rock.
She accepted it was love and care that made her alive
Forming a part of her, growing ceaselessly within
With her very blood and veins.
To be fair, Ellaine had a tough life
Often too much for her soft soul to bear
But on one of those gloomy monsoon days
With her old belief she had an epiphany, she says.
You see,
It was betrayal of love that hurt the most
So all she needed to do was let go,
But how could she let go of something that was never hers?
It was then she remembered, What was it she needed to cut off
Of-course, it was forming a part of her, growing ceaselessly within
It was her very blood and veins.
First to be cut was
Fiery passionate string of lovers
Each of whom seeked only pleasures of flesh
And these were the ones that fled far away. should they ever mistakenly touch Ellaine’s spirit.
This wound bled but only little, for much can such love grow?
But blood’s blood and so it cuts however little part of her soul.
Second to be cut was
The friends, family of her own choosing
The one who always promised to watch Ellaine’s back
And also the ones who stabbed the very place they swore to watch.
This cut bled still more, emptying her soul
Of honesty and trust and of the promise of love ofcourse.
Next to be cut was
Her own flesh and bones and her own blood
The wound with the care of her mother, which she now knew was hollow
And the wound with the safety of her father, which was a cover for control.
When this wound bled, its pain was almost too real
Too real for something that was so realistically a hoax.
Last to be cut was
The blood of her blood
It was the one she didn’t even know was there
Because poor Ellaine didn’t even expect her to love herself.
Yet this was the wound that bled and drained her most
It was the only thing in Ellaine’s plan that went off-course.
Well did Ellaine die, you must wonder:
Why, ofcourse she did; don’t you remember?
Without care and warmth and passion and love
There is no person.
Such depth was in the wisdom of Ellaine’s mother.
Sometimes
I just disappear
into the patterns
of the tablecloth
and wallpaper
Genre:Romantic, Love
You Noticed by Ivan Jenson
Sometimes
I just disappear
into the patterns
of the tablecloth
and wallpaper
and at other times
I am the floral
centerpiece
sometimes I
am the embarrassing
coffee stain
but sometimes
I am the
vintage wine
sometimes
I am the
apple cider
of your eyes
and then
suddenly
I am as far
away as
the man on the
quarter moon
taking a cold
meteor shower
a sight only
a geek
with a telescope
would be
interested in
and sometimes
you give me
one hundred
percent of your
attention
and I am
a crowned
prince of
infinite
possibilities
and ruler
of your smile
Bio:
Ivan Jenson is a fine artist, novelist and contemporary poet. His artwork was featured in Art in America, Art News, and Interview Magazine and has sold at auction at Christie’s. Ivan was commissioned by Absolut Vodka to make a painting titled “Absolut Jenson” for the brand’s national ad campaign. His Absolut paintings are in the collection of the Spiritmusuem, the museum of spirits in Stockholm, Sweden. Jenson’s painting of the “Marlboro Man” was collected by the Philip Morris corporation. Ivan was commissioned to paint the final portrait of the late Malcolm Forbes. Ivan has written two novels, Dead Artist and Seeing Soriah, both of which illustrate the creative and often dramatic lives of artists. Jenson’s poetry is widely published (with over 500 poems published in the US, UK and Europe) in a variety of literary media. A book of Ivan Jenson’s poetry was recently published by Hen House Press titled Media Child and Other Poems, which can be acquired on Amazon. Two new novels by Ivan Jenson entitled, Marketing Mia and Erotic Rights have been published hardcover and are available for purchase at bookstores worldwide. Ivan Jenson’s website is: http://www.IvanJenson.com
The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.
Genre: Life, Society
She Dreams of Dragonflies by Cynthia Mansfield
@GypsyCyn1
The wide eyed child stood silently
With a faraway look everyone could see
Her mama looked down,smiled and took her hand
What’s wrong, girl, what are you trying to understand?
Waiting for the answer like only a mother can.
Lost in thought, the little girl replied
Mama, where do dragonflies go to dream?
Where do they go to die?
Are they sleeping in the tall pine trees?
Or high in the clouds where they see everything
Where do they go when they fly?
Is it a place far away?
Is it a place we cannot see?
Do they sleep with the angels
In a red & purple sky
Or sit quietly in the clouds on grandpa’s knee?
Her questions came as no surprise
Her crystal blue eyes were always gazing at the sky
Watching for the birds, the ladybugs and butterflies
Mama sat down, pulling her daughter close
Pondering the questions the child had just posed,
Remembering a fairy tale her daddy once told
Just an old legend from long ago
With a sigh, she held her daughter’s hands
And let the story begin…
There’s a tale told from days of old
Of what became of lost souls
It was said that when a person dies
Their soul was set free and rose to the sky
Drifting in the clouds, awaiting their demise.
For some, their journey is done
And to the heavens they will continue on
For others, they are sent down below
To spend eternity in the dark and alone,
Those who remained were stuck in between
Until they could be reborn, to live again
You could say they were angels in training
Bound for the heavens but for one lesson remaining.
The angel elders appointed a soul guardian
A beautiful silvery white gossamer dragon
She would gather the souls and softly sing
Comforting & caring for them like her own offspring,
But the souls were restless and wanted to stray
The dragon opened her arms so they could go play
And thousands of little angels spread their tiny wings.
When the sun would hide and night took over the skies
The guardian would call the angels to her side
But the angels were bored and loved to fly
So when the dragon slept they would sneak away
And in the clouds they would dance and play.
Well, the devil was impatient and soon grew tired
Of waiting for souls to strengthen his fires
So when the dark would fall, off he’d go
Waiting for a gypsy wind to blow,
And when the angels wings glistened in the light of day
The devil swooped in and stole the helpless souls away.
The angel elders were greatly dismayed
The beautiful dragon cried and hung her head
Blaming herself for the souls being dead
But in her sorrow, she devised a plan
Gathering her remaining angels, she quietly began.
She folded her wings, holding the souls close
What magick she used, no one truly knows
But that night when the dragon spread her wings
The air was sweet, the angels began to sing,
That gypsy wind started to blow
A blue moon shone on the world below
The angels sang a soft and lovely tune
And, with a sigh, and not a moment too soon
Lightning flashed from the dragon’s eyes
And out from the clouds came the dragonflies.
Now you know, the angels loved to fly
So at night they would sneak away from heaven
Visiting the world below in disguise
They would streak across the sky at night
Leaving a trail of stars in their flight
Circling the moon & making it glow
Dancing on the gypsy wind that would blow.
Yes indeed, the devil was perplexed
He was certain that this was some kind of hex
In his anger, he yelled out a curse
Any angel not back in heaven by the break of dawn
Is doomed to remain on earth from that moment on.
The child asked her mom, how can that be?
Dragonflies are stuck here for eternity?
Mama smiled and said, it’s a bittersweet end
They are doomed to live over and over again.
Oh but there’s more, just wait and see
There’s one way for them to be set free
The legend says the devil’s curse
Was too strong & could not be reversed
But the dragon cast her own little spell
A secret the angel elders swore to never tell,
But its said if you look to the sky
And a dragonfly passes you by
If you make a wish and close your eyes
He will fly away on a gypsy wind
Free to be reborn into this world again.
The child seemed happy as they headed home
Suddenly the skies above didn’t seem so unknown
Later that night, when it was time for bed
She hid under her covers and rested her head
But her mind started to wander and sleep would not come
So over to the open window she did roam.
Lost in thought, her blue eyes sparkled like the stars
She held out her hands and suddenly, there he was
Blue as the moon with wings that glowed
With a sound like angels singing soft and low,
Then all was silent, no words were said
But her wish was like a song in her head
With that, he flew away with the gypsy wind
Ready to be reborn into this world again….
Some boys dream of shiny fast cars
Playing baseball and being rock stars
But alone at night
They all stare at the sky
And wonder why they can’t fly.
Some girls dream of little june bugs
Butterfly kisses and daddy’s hugs
But not this one, no sir, no lies
Can you guess why?
This girl dreams of dragonflies…
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