Tag: poem

POEM: Japanese Mermaids Don’t Sing

Mirror, Cover, Alone, More, Cold, Mermaid, Walk, Dive, Sea

Japanese Mermaids Don’t Sing

Sometimes I see glimpses of her
— Flashes of gold red black white —
Koi under lily pads floating cover.
Diving the depths again alone,
She’s a Japanese mermaid
Afraid to comb her hair any more.
Dropped her precious silver mirror
Shattered
On his rocky stone cold heart.

Shall she attempt the pain again?
Divide her legs. Let her heart bleed
As she walks into love once more.
Mute because she gave it away
To the wrong handsome prince.
Or would it be better safer calmer
To dive again into that sea welcoming
Dark depths to hide her self that light
— Flashes gold red black white —
Lilies and koi hiding from the pain.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
3/24/2009

Poem: Restless Screams

Journey Strain Urge Tug Pull Guide Seek Distance Sea

Restless Screams

Sometimes urges–primal screams of myself if you will
Yank at me like restless children who tug my hand
Come with us. Play with us. Run with us. Live please.
Should I seek these winsome toddler thoughts–follow?
Should I stay planted in my known domesticated self
Would the journey to the wilding that is within
Strain my sanity. Snap me like a twig. Break me down?
Pull me closer to that edge with fantasies of hope
With no map in hand I must let that muse guide me
Will she pull me over the bone-shattering cliff?
Will she drown me in that soul-sucking sea?
There in the distance I can hear those cries
Wailing, laughing, crying, shouting, screaming
Those restless children. Those primal screams of me.

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/4/2008

Poem: Weekender (9Words)

Interesting * Shut * Said * Coffee * Weekend * Wake * Dove * Earth * Choice

Weekender

Wake me I said and
Shut the curtain, love
Draw me tight like drum
Skin waiting touch me
Touch me like I am earth
And you a spade waiting
To turn me over again
Making choice cuts
A prime decision perhaps
Interesting on some level
Where you lick me down
Dove chocolate sweet I am
Your tongue diving deep
Reminding me that I said
Make me forget this day
Love me like strong coffee
Hot, sweet, rich, creamy
Drip me from your lips
Like I am your weekend

Stephanie Arwen Lynch
6/5/2008

Tarot In 9Words: The Fool

Fool World Spirit Tarot

I’ve looked into certification as a Tarot reader on numerous occasions. One thing that continually holds me back is the cost. Still I’d like that piece of paper and initials to add to my name. Part of certification on several boards is to write something for each of the 22 Major Arcana. It occurred to me today that I could combine my love of poetry with my 9Word challenge and tarot.

I’d love it if you stopped by and told me what you thought. http://tarotbyarwen.blogspot.com

Today’s Entry: Tarot In Nine Words – The Fool