God Says Yes To Me
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This poem--I don't believe in god, but there's something about it that just makes me feel like dancing.
God Says Yes To Me
Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
Do you have a poem or a quote or a song that makes you happy? Feel free to post it in the comments, lovelings. ♥
God Says Yes To Me
Kaylin Haught
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don't paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I'm telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
Do you have a poem or a quote or a song that makes you happy? Feel free to post it in the comments, lovelings. ♥
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:53 pm (UTC)(This post is totally inspired by our quote-off from way-back-when, btw. I can't find the stupid comment notification, and I know it was my turn.)
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 05:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 05:52 pm (UTC)And the ending of that first one, oh man, oh man, it's the best companion/reply to "Do not go gently," because sometimes you DO, and that is the POINT.
Re: outing myself as a huge nerd...
Date: 2010-01-10 05:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 05:57 pm (UTC)And that book, I cannot read it without crying my eyes out. Every time, every time. ♥
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-10 05:59 pm (UTC)and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!
That right there is one of the best reasons for daring to walk into the unknown (whatever your own unknown may be) that I have ever read. I love all of these, actually, but that one in particular struck me.
Re: enormous poetry geek, hi
Date: 2010-01-10 06:43 pm (UTC)Re: enormous poetry geek, hi
Date: 2010-01-10 06:45 pm (UTC)P.S. If you want awesome poetry you should look at Pomegranate. I mean, I'm biased because I've been involved with the editorial team for the last two years, but I think it's pretty awesome.
Re: enormous poetry geek, hi
Date: 2010-01-10 11:49 pm (UTC)God is still awake
What ails me?
– the pages go to the publisher
– everything is done.
The moon rises – my longing curls up in bed. –
Twisting in bed, my longing
laughs infernally:
God is still awake –
blissful angels, sleepless around his throne!
(1918)
Distinction
Is god a villain?
Does he cast his bravest angel from the sky?
No – I say:
He gave me honey and wormwood.
I poured the bubbling broth over earth.
The mold held.
He gave me a black-red rose –
smallest in the world.
It sets me apart from others,
visible from afar on my white robe.
(September 1918)
Scherzo
Stars above, clear and true, my heart
on earth, the clear and true.
Magnificent starry night, we are one.
Don’t I sit here, shivering on a tightrope of constellations,
as if it could snap?
Time, is that you, sleepy abyss,
yawning, mocking me?
You endanger the dancer’s feet, aching,
her climber’s arms, slackening,
recklessly taut strands of pearls.
Time – perish.
Every star, twinkling in my face: I’m you!
Every star kisses my lips: stay with me!
They circle around me, closer, closer,
my body in stardust.
What do I do in there? Do I cry?
The evening dreams. The ocean king drinks,
makes a toast from the clam.
No one may move. But the dancer rises
on her midnight toes
kneels and reaches out
kissing the fair one.
That does indeed look awesome! It will no doubt provide me with excellent distractions at work this week, which, yay. And it also makes me want to go back and look at the original poetry I wrote the fall after I got back from college. Just because I failed at editing it then and the subsequent three times that I tried doesn't mean I'll fail at editing it now, right?
Man, I love poetry, but it is a bitch sometimes.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-11 05:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 06:58 am (UTC)I WAS NEVER HERE.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 07:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 07:06 am (UTC)OKAY LAST ONE.
Date: 2010-01-15 07:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 11:50 am (UTC)and I still don't know if I am a falcon, or a storm,
or a great song. Oh, that ending, I love it ridiculously.
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 11:51 am (UTC)Re: OKAY LAST ONE.
Date: 2010-01-15 11:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-15 11:19 pm (UTC)so, from a collection of poems on first love junior high style:
First Touch
Halfway through the movie
at the most boring part
you slowly reach up
and sort of backwards
to rub my left shoulder
and keep on rubbing it
until the movie screen
becomes a bright blur.
"Shoulder," I think
all the way home
feeling it tingle
feeling it glow:
"I have a shoulder."
-Ralph Fletcher
(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-17 01:31 pm (UTC)PS. If there was ever a good random entry to jump in on, this one is it, right?