June 2008 - My Poem

June 2008, I wrote a poem. It was a crude misguided misplaced clump of words. Usually when I write it's like that - words broil, simmer and curdle with a resulting ooze marinated by time.

This morning I revisited my platter of words and spiced it up a bit.  Here is the result:

MY LADY SHADOW 

by: Roselle Quin

sweet courageous, I beckon

come peer inside
and you shall see
down the corridor of my mind
hangs a portrait of a lady
who I believe to be me
- but is quite not

a likeness so real
so convincing
it leaves me wasted
when I grapple the disparity
between her and me

this lady - strong, sure, purposed
this lady - temptation of words
this lady - genteel, resilient
this lady,  who is me but is quite not
tell me who is she?

for my breath come in stokes of pit fire
my words a killing sting
my stare is acrid acid
a me but not quite
then, who is she?

I is her or her is me
or me is her or she is me
or her is she or I is me

Wait,
let me smile
sweet courageous
- for you....
 

Life 101 - In A Rush

This world is rushing

for somewhere -

Where it is I do not know

I begged for it to tell me

but it couldn't afford to slow

Can you sit still just for awhile

Am I mad, it glared at me

There are wars to fight

cocktails at night

and debates for democracy

there are bombs to make

and cakes to bake

decorate that Christmas tree

I can't spin still

life is all down hill

Cash and check and credit be!

Oh yes, this world is in a rush

to get somewhere

it insists it must

silly me - do let it be

just pour yourself

some Chinese tea