A Journal Poem by the Snowy Window (or Binge Poem #1)

by Narph   Feb 15, 2016


sometimes i think we get so full and plush with poems
that we could sink forever into this dreary mess of ourselves
tumbling over and over into some murk of divided word play
and filler vowels,
(the realisms poke through with sudden and irreplaceable fervor,
rather like salmon bones, i'd say)
and it's all a bit much, isn't it? the way we've spun ourselves up
so thick and needy with words
and you can almost taste the metallic pride of it,
chanting, "yes, yes, let me say it this time at last,"
and then, just like a fog or heavy purple curtain
falling stiffly across your lap, the words you'd meant to mean much more
are shuttered off into some lingering abyss
and all the important matter of speaking it dissipates like smoke,
and it takes everything to call those pieces back, back
to the world you've hummed into being.

i keep my poems cupped in my hands like newborn breaths.

and i suppose they are, rather,
heaving over themselves and rummaging around my palms,
digging their tinily snouted rhymes into the crevices
where my fingers press together,
like cradling water, or
like cradling life.


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  • 8 months ago

    by nourayasmine

    This poem has been in my favorites for years, and I've read it many times, but never said how much I loved it in a comment. So now I am. I LOVE it. And I'm very sad you're not writing anymore.

  • 4 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging comment

    Narph blows me away with her Journal Poems, and this one truly stood out for me.

    Her descriptive wording leaves me spellbound and lifts me up into a world of visual beauty.

    Her softness is very elegant and yet the metaphoric message can be felt within every line. to be a writer of poetry, one must accept the pain and agony within each word they place onto paper.

    This poem is truly magical!

  • 4 years ago

    by hiraeth

    Judging comment:

    An absolutely mammoth of a poem. There's a bit of everything, introspection (both self and outward), ruthless honesty and its tied together with a powerful narrative that slightly contradicts itself towards the end. My favourite verse would definitely have to be "i keep my poems cupped in my hands like newborn breaths." Absolute masterpiece!

  • 4 years ago

    by yogi73

    So fun and whimisical and true! great poem

  • 4 years ago

    by Augustus Black

    Amazing poem. 5/5.