lit week three - part one - a brief glimpse at me.

[dearjohnnyred]

I will undoubtedly come up with another post once I have been to my lecture and my tutorial for this week, but I thought I might just post some of my poetry while I was here. Hopefully it will give anyone who reads it a little glimpse into what I'm like away from this institution and away from directed thought.

This poem was written as a cure for the most awful writer's block I felt recently. I used to write several poems a week, but I found my mind to be so empty and my hand to be so listless. I think it really helped.

Finding a Cure in the Question Itself
by Genevieve Magee

words used to carry with them
a propensity to flow
to drip
half-formed or full-grown
from lips and nibs
and nimble fingers dancing along keyboards.

each letter joining another
merging with its neighbour
groups of friends dawdled into streets of meaning
simple sentences
unfathomable questions
quotations
statements

one only leading to another
none to the end
for the words were only
feelings on paper
on screen
hanging in the air
thoughts out loud
or held down

time has worn them out
to a point where
they lay scattered
a few at most
chosen sparingly
only forming outlines
never filling the spaces

pictures, dreams, histories,
hopes, fears, plans,
heartache, longing, love
all just shadows
no song to give life
no stories to bring light

all remaining as carbon copies
faded remnants
of their former glorious selves
lacking all richness
all depth
all meaning

since my mind
my heart
my pen

lost their words.

So, I hate capital letters, I don't like to follow conventional poetic punctuation rules, and listing is a technique I regularly employ.

Apparently setting the table for dinner is more important than my studies, so I must be off now!

Enjoy
xoxo