This Blog is dedicated to Dr. Beth Crachiolo, now the chair of the English and Theatre Department of Berea College. Beth is truly a wonderful person, and one hell of a teacher! For whatever reason, she seems to believe in my aptitude as a writer and has made it perfectly clear, on more than one occasion, that to not write would be a waste. So I am trying to do something I've never attempted before. Starting today, April 20, 2010, I will try very hard to post at least one new poem a day for 1 year. I'm sure most of them will be utter crap, but you never know when the muse might strike. Please feel free to respond to any post at anytime, I value constructive comments.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Untitled May 1st 2010

I stand before you
naked, unkempt
wanting you to see me
the real me
the me I myself cannot see
I want you to see in me
all the things you’ve ever wanted
everything and nothing all at once
nothing special and all you could ever imagine
it’s not that much to ask for
or so I would hope to think
I stand before you
just as I am
asking you to see me
and love me

1 comment:

  1. no wallowing emo talk. nothing extradordinary. possibly an average thought. feelings that everyone has. but good poetry evokes some sort of common feeling for the reader. is it possible that bringing actual feelings rather than sweeping an audience away with a flowery regurgitation that crashes over them in tidal wave of words but means nothing in reality because lets face it... most of them only unerstand about half of your words anyway... so a real look at whats you verses masturbatory inclinations of oh thats pretty... or how sad...

    anyway... i told you id comment whenever you wrote something i liked... i commented on the walmart cart... and im here now... because while this little number may not be mind blowing, or humorous, it exposes your need for aproval... your desire for love... things that i know to be very real even if you dont always admit it... and i say brava... its easy to express emotions that arent really you... writing about your self... the real self... is comlicated... and sometimes you say more when you say less

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