Poem: Black Swan

Black Swan

(Inspired by and “written with” the aid of Natalie Portman’s brilliance)

I lost myself in you

Consumed by the purity

Purity held, lost, convinced of

Who are you

Who am I

The sheltering womb consumed

Fragile lies unreachable dreams

Devouring the mind, spirit and whole

I lost me in you

In me

In this

As I reach

And grasp

Hold for all to see what I’ve attained

But what is real

But what is me

What is this

And I die

Wrapped in the blood of

Perfection’s duplicity

Copyright SGW 2010

Note: Who/what devours Nina? Is it the controlling, slightly demented mother? Is it her own innocence at war with the hunger of her just out of her grasp/within reach dream? Is it something inside her too in opposition with itself to live after it is discovered?

Note: I wrote this with uncontrolled passion. It was completed instantly. I was left exhausted and needing to re-find myself upon completing this piece.

Poem: Festivus

Festivus

Many have Christmas for holiday cheer
And Jews with Menorahs hold Hanukkah dear
The rest of us empty of our own special day
Until Frank Costanza, non-conformed, led the way
Festivus, Festivus, the day he devised
Four major pieces, you should be so advised
A Festivus Pole stands erect, unadorned
“Tinsel distracts me,” as Frank has since warned
Airing of Grievances would begin dinner plans
The disappointment in loved ones is heard by demands
“I’ve got a lot of problems with you people,” Frank’d angrily spit
And all ‘round the table, “Now you will hear about it!”
Then holiday supper does, of course, have its role
Feats of Strength are required for the night to be whole
If Festivus strikes you as especially clever
Make checks to “The Human Fund,” a “Money for People” endeavor

Copyright SGW 2009

Poem: Contemplation

Contemplation

Out in the whispers of wishful relent
Soothed by the seasons in offered consent
Seeds of forgiveness will open the heart
Fog falls to tinker with unconscious part
Keep at a distance until left all alone
No call to reason’d forever atone
Sit with me, linger and hold tight my hand
Love knows its limits as drops of the sand

Copyright SGW 2010