This piece struck a chord deep within me. VJ articulated thoughts I’ve had in a way which brought back so much of what I’ve felt about living while living and while trying just to survive. Kudos for speaking your truth and ours, VJ.
powerful female this regal person posing purple royalty
This incredibly beautiful image crossed my Facebook news feed (Thank you Jesica Nodarse!) and I just had to share it with you all. Of course, the first thing that struck me was the color. Anything purple, it being my favorite color, always attracts my attention right away. In looking deeper, when I compare the original image below to the efforts she made with her colors, shading and placement, I’m just in awe of it! There’s such a feeling of mystery but yet so much strength within her image. Would love to hear your thoughts on the image, and even what you think of her other work. I think it’s all beautiful.
How I hate those poets who rise at dawn to write a couple hours before work— Wallace Stevens especially, Emperor of Ice-Cream, my ass! You’re not the only one with a day job.
And don’t get me started on Ted Kooser, who should be staying up late in the flatlands to watch the milky way flow instead of drinking dawn from a bucket some early bird probably pooped in.
My muse sleeps in a bottle and does not awake until neon lights buzz. She inspires the moon and I do her bidding beneath flickering televisions, whipping a ballpoint to get every last drop.
The only time you’ll see me in the stark morning light is if I’ve had to walk home drunk and forgotten the way.
As the soft skin of your leg conceals the strength of your thigh, I lean in close to hear your voice— quiet as dandelion seeds in autumn with words powerful as a storm.
Hand in hand, enjoying your perfume, your mouth and eyes straighten, no longer curved like the rest of you. I don’t want to relax my grip but know I can’t clutch onto my desire without losing that which I hold most dear.
I was the teacher’s pet not because of my smarts but because of my charm, smooth chocolate compliments and precision tattling.
I knew which bully to befriend for much-needed protection and when to stab him in the back then upgrade to a bigger model.
There will always be men who think they’re great and need little guys, like me, to confirm their awesomeness.
From the beginning of humanity, the expression of emotions has driven the poets in our world to write from their hearts. IMO, this piece captures the oppression of women well and the ultimate futility of it as we will always rise. ❤