raison d’être

The eye has not yet reached us—

I still smell
hunger in your verbs.
thirsting for a noun,
your lips a violent hour
among this prose-spun path.

 

my flesh became your canvas,
escape for your violet ink.
on edges, thirsty stains
from a cavernous mind,
a false penumbra, for you hide.

 

the eye has not yet reached us—
but droplets have begun to fall
here I stand, flesh-soaked and exposed
a gnosis bestowing freedom–you’ll never know.

 

© Grace Black

31in31
Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!

I participated in NaPoWriMo back in April (30in30) and it was a blast! One of my fellow poet friends—Ruth Long, lovely work check her out!–suggested #OctPoWriMo to me so I thought…Why not!

Today is Day 1 of OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!

 

Love and Ink,

Grace

62 thoughts on “raison d’être

      1. I will try and make it on Monday with a haibun. I agree with stretching beyond and exploring different paths as a writer. Top job, thank you for the camaraderie.

  1. Your opening & closing lines are killer effective. I average 2-3 poems per week, but one a day sounds daunting. I would fear that my best work would not bless each entry, each submission. Over at dVerse, many of us are having a honeymoon with haibun, & all stroll the /prose-spun path/ capped with haiku of course.

    1. Oh, haibun is such a lovely form. I will probably incorporate a few into this month of writes. Thanks for stopping by, Glenn! Your writes are always seem so fleshed-out and polished, I admire you for that. I look as this month long exercise as a challenge to keep my ink flowing and hold me accountable. Best to you!

  2. Beauty of expressinGineffable
    in symbols of human
    spiRit never
    bRinGinG
    tHese
    emotiOns
    befORe.. a
    tAble of more
    a napKin wITh
    colORs neVer
    tasted at
    all..
    explore
    more
    be more
    expresSinG
    ineffAble
    pURe
    MORE..:)

  3. I specially love this part:

    your lips a violent hour

    among this prose-spun path.

    my flesh became your canvas,

    escape for your violet ink.

    Each line is exquisite ~ Thanks for sharing at D’verse ~

  4. This is crazy awesome!!! Especially the opening 5 lines and this:

    “my flesh became your canvas,
    escape for your violet ink.”

    So sexy, girl. And that all-seeing eye really takes this up a notch. I love it.

  5. A poem skirting with danger and sensuality – love it!
    And bravo for attempting the poem a day challenge – look forward to reading them, but it’s a step too far for me at this moment in time.

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