by Tasha Edwards
Thursday, October 03, 2002
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I have a history of commas and pauses,
spaces and places for me to
trace the images that others drew for
me to follow...
all while I was playing the role of
creative seductress, my substance was
'cause every time I thought I knew
what I wanted, I swallowed what they
told me was common sense and
now I find myself up against the
crippling disease of soul emptiness
'cause after all the talking I've done,
I haven't said a thing and I've allowed
my life to be cursed with a syndrome called
the empty verse...
I've been rhyming and co-signing for the
majority of my existence but I have never
designed one path for myself...
it wasn't my resistance that stopped me.
it was those intruders, those protruders,
the ones who alluded to the finding that
I needed structure, direction, guidance,
never even giving me the change to breath
without my so-called ventilators,
hoping that never (or at least later)
I would realize the passion in my own eyes
and follow the stars, the feelings, the urges,
completely submerge myself in the revelation
of being and all the while hearing myself talk,
knowing that the words were never mine...
so how do I start building my vocabulary,
understanding my phonetics, truly becoming
poetic, disposing of negative rhetoric,
assuming the position to speak freely about
opinions that are of me,
stepping out of these shadows and shackles,
ready to tackle those issues from my past
that ran my tissue bill up...
my time up....
I'm ready to step to the mike and
stop lying, stop trying to talk about
the things I only think people want to
I'm free...I'm free...
and I now immerse myself in the removal
and removal and disposal of my
When I Speak
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|Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
|great take, presented so well...freedom is a state of mind (i hope).|
|Reviewed by Dan Zuewski (Reader)
|What a fresh style you have. I like it! :)
I can relate so much to this in other aspects of my life. However, in poetry, itself, I've always given myself the opportunity to be free in what I say.
I hope I've interpreted what you've written correctly. If not, it was "correct" for me. :)
|Reviewed by (Reader)
|In a word, Beautiful....|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Excellent I agree with justin on this one.. very good.|
|Reviewed by Justin Vargas (Reader)
|This is some really good writing. I love it. Good job. Amazing.|