An Idea

[nihil_sine_vos]

I was talking to the lovely Ginni Tamez the other day and since I had writers block, we did this exercise thing we sometimes do and we decided it would be cool if everyone contributing to the book tried it too... that way we could have a section on it or something

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[ginni_tamez]

I picture your face through the eye of a noose

the hollows of your contour
gathering chalk dust
and lit through gaps in the far-off ceiling

we would be perfect together if you were real
(it's hard to make love to a statue)
you can't hold me or comfort me
or leave me

I picture your face
warmed with flesh
I don't want you to be vulnerable
or imperfect

armless, heartless, breathless.
unable to hurt.

we are alone in our pool of sunlight
washed by the springtime

I'm not used to saying goodbye,
especially not to people
who can't reply,

but in my imagination you have blue eyes.

Bamers

[anonymous]

I really like this....I'll work on one...

[acacia_r]

Okay...here's my version. I really like Ginni's...Mel, yours is gorgeous, but I think Ginni's got my vote. :) I really like the idea of having a section just for this. I think that maybe we should have it at the beginning of the book so that we can really showcase out different styles, and our different perceptions. I think that would make a really nice introduction and could kind of get our readers familiar with us before they dive into our work. Anyways, here it is

[amadareneko]

I picture your face through the eye of a noose

everything is blue.
so what if those are waves outside my window,
not your eyes?
so what if that is star-spangled sky,
not your hair?
I see you, and you are all I want
to see.

the air inside is heavy, choked with
chalk dust and wood dust and other kinds of
dust -
I have spent three days six hours seventeen minutes
of sidewalk chalk
decorating this hunk of slate in shades of
white, pink, green, orange, and purple:
everything but blue.

[rachael_arnfsc2]

you amaze me.

Bamers

[anonymous]

It's kind of rough...but here's what I came up with in class.

I Picture Your Face Through The Eye of a Noose

I see you through the hangman's noose.
the circle of rope is dangling in the air,
awaiting my neck.

You thought I wouldn't see you.

Oh, but I did.
the frayed brown vine framed your head
perfectly.

I thought maybe you were here
to right this wrong.
To erase the grey chalk dust
that covers your conscience.

You could save me from this.

You disappear from the noose
and it hits me
you're not here to clean my slate
but to make sure your plate is clean.

Tears roll down my cheeks
as the rough rope twines around my neck.

All is black.

You failed me for the last time.

Re: Bamers

[ginni_tamez]

wow.

I love this. seriously, especially the last two lines and the line about the frayed brown vine.

wow.