Thursday, June 16, 2016

8/100: It Starts Here

Interestingly enough, I actually used to write quite a bit of poetry. I have a journal full of excerpts that I would write to support the pages of sketches that fill that book. I think this will be a nice reprieve from the more narrative creative compositions that I've been producing for a while now.
Day 8: Using a blank page, write a poem from the bottom up, beginning with the line “It Starts Here”. Then, read it from top to bottom when you’re done. What ulterior meaning does the poem have from reading it another way? What were some unintended results? Length: One Page
It Starts Here:

     that has opened my Eyes.
to this new World of mine–
     to this new World of mine,
     as I open my Eyes
     my spirit, my guide,
It starts here, breathes the Wolf–
     yet found in time, time.
The Bridge I could not find, find–
It was there!

     chime, chime, chime.
a haunting Chime–
Hands move forward, sounding, sounding,
     Into the blind.
Broken, falling, a steady decline–
It has broken here.

     is no longer mine, hidden by time.
has overcome this Search of mine–
Despair, I fear,
     I have yet to find.
the Bridge I could not find–
It crumbles here,

     Oh, my fragile Mind!
moving, shifting, entertwined–
Warped and curious,
     in my mind, mind.
this obsession, this search of mine–
It continues here,

     in time, time, Time.
what does not change, frozen–
What lingers,
     time, time.
a memory, lost in Time–
It starts here,

As it was Written on the Page 

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