10 Minutes of Poetry (Live Reading on 2/4/15)

I had my first official live reading on Wednesday, February 4th at Cafe Lift titled “10 Minutes of Poetry” where I joined a group of talented performers for the night.

Here, you can get a glimpse of my reading =)

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My introduction poem Like No Other was under the theme “The Body & The Senses” and seemed to be a favorite among the crowd.

My second poem Ominous was under the theme “Dark Poetry” and is always a fun, psychological poem to read.

My third poem 30 Days of Beard was a memory from work and written based on testimonials from my male colleagues.  The theme, of course, is “A Different Perspective.”

My fourth poem Forever Creating is a blank verse piece written in Creative Writing class.  It falls under the theme “Inspiration & Creativity.”

The fifth and last poem of the night was Flying, based on a childhood memory.  This poem falls under the theme of “Telling a Story.”

 

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Sunday Stills: Night Shots

I came across this challenge and decided to post some photos that I took in Las Vegas last month. These are my favorite night shots that don’t contain the Eiffel Tower 🙂

Senor Frog
Senor Frog
Forum Shops
Forum Shops
Bellagio Fountain Show
Bellagio Fountain Show
Moonlit Night
Moonlit Night
Excalibur
Excalibur

The Sun, The Moon, and a Splash of Color

While my boyfriend and I were out shopping today, I noticed that the moon was amazingly round and gorgeous.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t until 10 pm when I got the camera and the moon was already high in the sky.  The mood had changed, but I still took the photo.  The photo by itself wasn’t amazing, so I decided to combine it with a photo I took during our hike 2 weeks ago, and what started as a collage ended up as an abstract piece that I actually like =)

The Sun, The Moon, and a Splash of Color

Moon Shine

I noticed that the challenge for this week was “Moon Shine” so it seemed like a perfect time to post this poem 🙂

Ominous

Moonbathing

Whistling throughout the night,
the wind rustles the trees,
the grass, my glistening
fur coat
as I lie
on the wet soil, sniffing
the air, refreshing
after the last
rainfall.

Crystal droplets gleam
in the moonlight.
The crickets chant
vibrates in my ear,
melodic, soothing, hypnotic,
as white light dances
in the water.

Ripples of beauty
cascading throughout the pond,
mesmerizing,
and then I see her.

The small of her back, exposed
above a silky fabric
gently floating in the air.
Skin so smooth, so white,
like porcelain,
so very, very cold.

Her body drifts
toward me,
glistening
in the moonlight.
Under the twinkles
in the sky,
her soul
will be
reborn.

I close my eyes and howl.

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Ominous

I originally wrote this poem back in February 2008 while my ex was driving me to his place.  It’s one of my favorite poems because of the fast-paced rhythm and the meaning behind it.  I wasn’t planning to post this until October (around Halloween), but then I saw an “ominous” moon again on February 13th, almost 6 years after I wrote this poem and it just spoke to me.  Lucky for me, I happened to have my camera to capture it as well.  All the better for you 🙂

Ominous

Ominous

A splotchy beige roundness
hidden behind clouds,
floating, hovering
in a violet, black sky,
luminous, ominous,
casting moonlit glares
upon us
as we drive
on the highway,
as we drive
ourselves insane.

Thinking, believing
that the shadows
against the moon
is a witch
on her broom,
that there are vampires
lurking,
predators
waiting
for prey.

Wolves crashing
through the forest,
ready to feast
and howl.
Witches dancing
around the cauldron
cooking
up spells,
as we shiver
in fear,
letting imagination
consume us.

But what we fear
is from within
the beats of our hearts,
the thump, thump
of greed, of jealousy,
of vanity and insecurity,
dishonesty,
lack of purity.

The anger, the madness
surges in flames
as we fidget and blink.
A pang in the chest,
a clasp to the heart
that pounds and pounds
as disparity crawls
on our backs.
Fear tickles
the spine.
The heat rushes
to our face
as we gasp and choke,
breaking out
in tears.

Fear of who we are,
of what we are,
and what we can do,
as we grasp
for the other’s hand,
trying to comprehend,
to understand,
to disbelieve
the insane.

Waiting, hoping
the clouds will disappear,
and the moon
will turn white again,
smiling down upon us
as we go back
to believe the world
is good
and that we
are sane.