Poetry Corner – “Anne Boleyn”

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Ah, my friends–gather ’round. It is time for the tale of a tragic queen.

The first mention of the second wife of the infamous King Henry VIII came from the movie Steel Magnolias when I was a child; Olympia Dukakis and Shirley MacLaine were talking about this person named Anne Boleyn–with six fingers on one hand! What? Bemusement reigned. But the image of deformity persisted.

I took a colloquium on Queen Elizabeth I (if you really wanna get me going on the subject, ask me if I think she died a virgin or not) during my senior year of college; The Tudors began its run on Showtime, and we perused it (privately, as it was extremely provocative–but hey, I discovered Henry Cavill) as part of our study. And thus Anne Boleyn surfaced again. As I learned more of her history, another image began to emerge–one of a woman who wanted…

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Midnight Moon – “The Marking”

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“The Marking”

She was angry.

Anger persisted as a side effect of her ability to control fire; the emotion rolled through her like molten lava, threatening to spew through her pores at any given moment. The mind, Aurora would always say, controlled the body, therefore the mind should always be strong. (Of course, Angelia would not always agree, being more agile than mentally controlled.)

But the soul, Felice interjected softly, superseded them all.

Her soul toiled with restlessness and fury. Perhaps that was why, when she picked up the bo, even though her mind and body had transcended to a space of peaceful tranquility, her fingertips darkened the mahogany wood.

“You can refuse you know,” he told her, back straight, the grip on his own bo firm but casually dangerous.

A muscle twitched in her thigh–the only movement of her body. Her soul, on the other hand, smoldered with contempt.

“Like…

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Poetry Corner – “Living in Your Head”

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“Living in Your Head”

Chillin on Sunday with shades drawn
World turns but you’re hiding out
Saturday’s whirly mirth is gone
In worship of self you’re the most devout
No visitor is quite worthy
Reaching out will break the spell

Do you bump into yourself everywhere or do you let someone in?
When you’re living in your head, do you remember where you’ve been?

Paranoia missed you at the bar
Holding ya seat, asking, “How ya been?”
He swipes the keys to the car
Steering like you’re old friends
But he imbibed too long
Didn’t notice the obstacle

Do you  try to ignore but  the deduction is too adamant?
When you’re living in your head, who gets blamed for the accident?

Holed up  in your armored fortress
Peeking through the Lego block
All attempts will fail the test
When you leave  the entrance locked
Participation will be thin
If we’re…

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2013

I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you out there for reading my blog. A writer needs support and feedback, no matter how thick-skinned they believe they are. So thank you all for liking and following me. Arigatou gozaimasu!

I deliberately did not post anything the last couple of days of 2012; I wanted to take some time and consider the year on my own without philosophizing about it (as I tend to do).  2012 was not a bad year, but like the ones before it, I am glad that existed and that it has passed. I spent the last night of the year on my own and was peacefully sleeping when the year changed. I do not regret that one bit. I have plenty of time to celebrate on my own terms, for whatever reason that arises. I hope you all were safe and are enjoying the first day of 2013.

Wonderful things are in store for us all.

D-chan

Dawn

There comes a time in our lives when reversal occurs. It’s like a baby being born, opening its eyes to a brand new world. It’s like standing on top of a mountain, watching the top of the trees.

When you reach that summit, you can’t go back. And now I can’t either.

*dad