As usual it is not beautiful,
but only scribbled words against a white blank rage. I
cry out for my petty injustices and
dread the 2 a.m. bell toll that
explains the difference between intent and consequence;
fragility of bone is no excuse to
give misery a poetic line.
Heavy on tongue and tooth
I leave the writing desk for
jasmine tea, replace an embrace for a
kindred spirit in chipped porcelain.
Loving me is not effortless.
Men throw rings away like tea bags,
(Nothing about this is poetic), they
Open legs and leave lust lying like
partially structured paragraphs
quietly clawing at margins and footnotes. It’s
redundant to write the same thing over and over.
Short of breath and breadth, I
type routine into conversation, I
utilize absence for coping, I scratch
Vinyl against needle and pray it has more meter than
women begging for rings.
Xenocide bleeds in every line and
you think that makes it
- Faith Pomeroy 2016
Hello! My name is Faith Pomeroy and I am a graduate from James Madison university in Harrisonburg, VA where I studied English with a concentration in creative writing. I have been writing all my life and feel like it is something that I use to express myself as well as think things through. Specifically, in this poem that I am submitting I tried to pinpoint the exact process I go through mentally and physically each time I begin a new piece. I also played around with the form of the poem; each break begins with the next letter of the alphabet. I believe that poetry speaks very loudly of ones heart and I have hope that this poem is speaking loudly for mine.