OK, I decided to finally post a poem, or maybe start posting more. Many have LGBT themes, though this one is more about the fear of getting older, or perhaps fear in general. Or depression. I'm still revising it, but here goes: Owl They don’t see you sitting perched on the branch, eyes still as mirrors until it’s too late and your thick body swoops down trough the tangled branches, navigating that leafy maze without sound, the squirrel struggling in your talons born aloft to his death. We don’t see the oncoming headlights swerving over the double yellow lines the figure in the dark the one drink too many the tumor before it forms the flood before it flashes the life running out from us. The owl knows. He waits for you at night as you toss sweating in dreams where teeth crumble apart like chalk, your vision dims to nothing and none of the lights work. Unable to see or even run through the thicket of briars piercing your legs the ground gives way to nothing & you plunge into the river rising & snapping trees along its bank like match-sticks as the rapids pull you under to drown in the covers of the bed where you will someday die, caught in the talons that have always clenched you tightly in their grip. It is already too late. -© HuskyPup, 2014 Dedicated to Anne Sexton.
I will answer your request with a haiku Husky wrote some verse Then he dropped us some mad rhymes We all like his work ok but seriously...delightfully noir...good imagery and good use dark feeling to it which I love
Oh wow. I think that put all the poems I ever wrote to shame, oh well lol It's deep, thoughtful, well inspired. I like the metaphor behind it to, and I'm not really sure how to properly describe this. It felt kind of like journey the flow was easy to get lost in. You're a rather brilliant writer friend.
Aw, yer makin' me blush! It's a poem I started maybe a few years back, then decided to rearrange and revise. I tend to to a ton of revisions. I generally try to just let the first draft come out even if it's crappy, and just keep polishing it. It's weird, but looking at this, it's hard to say how many hours went into it...I'm a sorta slow writer. But over time, I've come to see revision as the the better part of writing, in terms of time. But as for writing, never feel bad about it. Just keep going. Often, my biggest problems are just getting started...I have to shut out those negative 'voices' in my head.
Haha I know that feeling. It's how I am about writing. I've been just making myself write lately. Now I just have to get myself into the notion of proofreading. I don't really know why I have a weird aversion to it. I think I'm just afraid to look at my own writing lol
I know the feeling. Sometimes. I write something, and I look and it and think, geez, This is so bad, it's painful...and yet I know what I'm trying to 'say' it just isn't coming out right. Maybe look at proofreading/revision like making a sculpture...a process where you form something that can happen in smaller steps.
I think I ought to at some point. I actually have a few things that I think still need tweaking and playing around with. I like the general idea behind them, and I even like the way they turned out for the most part. I could probably play around with them a bit sometime ^^ You're poem was pretty good. You're pretty talented I hope you don't lose spirit for it and please feel free to share more. I enjoy a good read
Thanks so much for the encouragement! I've been a bit stalled on motivation these days, so it feels good to hear. This poem was one from a series inspired by various animals...so far I have poems loosely based on and titled: Red Fox Anteater/Antbear Skunk Groundhog Earthworms It's hard to say what inspires these choices, exactly... Then, there's a ton of poems about growing up, loneliness and longing. I suppose images from nature are a common theme in all of them, since I grew up in the wilderness, and it left a lasting mark. I'll have to post some more soon!
I have a bit of a love for foxes so you'll def have to share 'Red Fox' sometime Oh and I'm happy to encourage a fellow writer, especially when they've got talent like you do. Nature is a good place to draw inspiration from. Growing up in the wilderness, that sounds interesting. I remember always wandering off into the woods as a kid to play, but I could hardly call myself any good with nature these days. I don't even wander outside so much anymore unless it's raining
You read my poem, I read yours I love it, really. I'd taken free verse for granted in 8th grade...forms suck man, free verse forever I love your metaphors, you have a good "taste" for that. I couldn't really find a way to say that. Definitely post more!
Normally I hate poems, because most of the ones I had to read for English classes were dry and overblown. This one reminds me of actually talented poets though, like Poe or William Butler Yeats. You've got some real talent Husky, its got a great unsettling atmosphere.
Thanks, everyone for all the kind words and encouragement. They mean more that you might think. And it reminds me I should write more regularly...it's been an on and off thing, depending on things like depression/anxiety/life getting in the way. But it does seem to help transform certain dark emotions into something else, so I can feel more free of them.
