Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

guiDANCE
(c) 2012 by margaux delotte-bennett

have you danced wild
heels bloody
back twisted and strained?
dancing out the pain?

willing emotions to drip
from armpits full
and funky?
moving towards free?
dancing so you might see?

banishing the stifling stillness
that sets in?
not centered, but stagnant
breaking out of confines placed on bodies
not your own
dancing towards grown?
grooving despite what’s shown?

allowing beats in time to break through
in hue?
moving because nothing else will do?
dancing to be true?

vessel
(C) 2012 by margaux delotte-bennett

gaping mouthed
hollow bellied empty
longing to be filled
laying claim to all the
scattered bits
in one place
gathered to have
collected to hold

upon being put to use
the vessel fulfills its purpose
lives out the dream
destined
until done

the sum of the parts
now poised with purpose
potent in their prime
finally
full and
filled

sprung
(c) by margaux delotte-bennett

susans with black eyes
blink
pink posies perennially
pruned
life seems perpetually
in bloom

colors collide
as petals peel
and creepers creep

water seeps through
soil flecked with
glittering minerals prone to shine

wide eyes spy
as nature flourishes in tune
with longer days of rays

soft showers feed these flowers
open
as a way to
strut their stuff
while
seemingly
sedentary

original imaginators
© 2012 by margaux delotte-bennett

we have a crisis on our hands
imagination is at a premium
like $5 gas
themes hashed
and rehashed
packaged
and resold
redistributed for more than we paid for them
the first time

few seem to be trying to come up with an original thought
if there is such a thing
we are caught in a time and place
when art is a mash up of ideas from yesterday
and the day before
recast
remixed
now in Dolby and 3D which is not the same
as pen to paper
seeing in what direction
the muse leads me

where is the original imaginator?

a soul creating from a fear-less place
weird and wild
odd and free
uniquely focused on allowing
choosing
brick by brick paving the road
on which this new expression will be

I am searching for you
I hope that you can find me
we have new worlds to build
broad stroked visions to see

i just need to get this off my chest…

pink
(c) 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

to me
pink is a color
only enjoyed when it is
naturally occurring

the sky at dusk
fall leaves on japanese trees
flowers that blush while they bloom

pink is not the color of cancer
breast or otherwise
the disease is shit brown
black and blue
sickly shades of green

pink is not the only color
we should shroud our girls in
they are technicolor possibilities
that should not be limited to
Pepto-Bismol (R) hues

pink gives me the blues

it has never been me
Barbie (R) phase and all
growing up I could be seen in
shades of purple and red
colors with spunk and sass

pink was always a whiny, weak color

pink can kiss my @ss

this acceptance poem/ speech is beautifully crafted and intimately related to why i write. i write because so many could not, can not and will not. the teacher’s question was too much for me, “…do you really have time to sit there? have you read every book in the library?”

no, this is no time to sit here, there or anywhere.  we all must stand and write and read and do.

Congratulations to Nikky Finney now and always!

acceptance poem/ speech

Daily Prompt #27 (from Jon @ Small is Beautiful):
What if you were born the opposite sex? What have you always wondered about?

a manly me
(C) 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

how much space
do these sweaty balls
really need to cool
and finally
feel
free?

somedays… (a free write)
(C) 2011 margaux delotte-bennett

spiral haze filled days
know no end
turning towards infinite bliss
fixed between polar opposites
ice melts upwards here
petals grow from the outside in
beginning happens somewhere in the middle of
things left off center and leaning to one side
right?

the one side
beside the outside where
glimmer and shine
almost blind
with their sublime
light
which might flicker and be gone
above and beyond
below and within

a wing like fin
poised to slice through fog
unable to clog up the holes
in the atmosphere

one fears repercussions or
percussion re-introduced to
the truth
it doesn’t take a sleuth to know
that it’s long gone
above and beyond
below and within

begin.

this is the official 1/2 way mark.
yip-yip-yippee!

i actually wrote 2 poems today, one for your eyes and one for mine…

on fasting
(c) 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

by feeding the soul
and denying the body
spirit soars like wind

(you may or may not have noticed that my untitled poems are numbered based on the date they were written. this is something i came up with during this challenge… i like it!)

untitled #41311
(c) 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

under the layers
and between
what might be found?
who lurks in this realm
free of fear
full of rage
split open from end to end?

i wonder
because i often wander
away from this space
where scabs are picked
wounds weep
i lie with my heart open and bleeding
and there is no laughter here
and there is no touch

there is only under the layers
and between
cold fingers
poised to protect
that which was once warm
and teeming with life