A Room For Poetry

"I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am." "Kiss me and you will see how important I am." "If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days." Sylvia Plath (1932-10-27 – 1963-02-11) So much like Sylvia, Iam. Iam. Iam.

If everyone could be so confident and cool as Pinky Tuscadero, and snap their fingers, and be loved by Fonzi - well, true poetry is subjective...

This may not be a poem, but it is certainly poetic. I was quite moved when I saw this in When Nietzsche Wept and thus was compelled to share it with you here. "We were friends and have become strangers to each other. This is as it ought to be. We do not want either to conceal or obscure the fact as if we had to be ashamed of it. We are two ships, each of which has its goal and its course. And finally, Dr. Breuer, we have to become strangers to one another, because it's the law to which we are subject."

" Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it . " Maya Angelou US author & poet (1928 - )

Leathered berry tongue Deep heaving breaths A wet face Upon this plank pine Nay to thee terracotta Have it Have there Have thee Adam and Eve The want, the knowing The peace amidst the chaos The wet breeze after the rain That leaves the body damp The smell of dust The sounds of night pending The rush – haste – awe of it all Thank thee now Fugerit invida The knowing, to know is to Beat the serpent Good and Evil – who decides But together – good or bad – We are one Bring life, breathe life from the dust One will always Die from the knowing Attempt to covereth with man God always knows Submit – submit – supplicate Forgive me Father, for I have sinned by Janet Jarrell

Ascend, ascend, ascend There are times when you will never know what side of the wall you are on. Why does the caged bird sing? Maya Angelou asks For the same reason the pianist plays! replies Roman Polanski and he should know "Why the fucking coat?" "I'm cold." Inspired by the movie The Pianist Janet Jarrell

deviantArt The new bookkeeper looks disheveled – she is about my age but her eyes are tired. She smiles at times but it appears forced. For the most part, her expression is less – expressionless; and as she sits like that the corners of her mouth turn down just slightly – enough to suggest some complacency and slight unhappiness. There is no real effort. Janet Jarrell