Author: Cadence Poetica

Cadence Poeticahttps://cadencepoetica.wordpress.comI am a lot of different things in one package. I am a geek, a poet, a thinker, a seeker. I am passionate, curious, resourceful, stubborn, independent. I'm an "extroverted introvert". I am a spiritual person. I believe in destiny, I believe in fate. I want to be a better person. I want to help make the world a better place. I see life as a journey, an opportunity for constant growth and learning. I like sushi and sea turtles, a good cup of coffee, fluffy cats, the shuffle function on my ipod, a walk on a beach on a grey day, a thunderstorm, a nap in the shade on a warm afternoon… Simple things make me happy, small moments of grace make me smile. :)
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Poem: dorian grey’s portrait

How is it possible for me to hate
The one person I love the most?
How can I honestly say
That falling in love with you
Was a big mistake?
You’ve given me some of my best years
But also some of my worst…
I’m struggling to keep my head
Above the water
Yet I’m dying of thirst.
I’m using myself up
To help you reach your goals and dreams
And I’m wondering what happened
To the girl I used to be.
What happened to all my potential,
My spark, my pizzazz?
My charm and my sass?
The “kiss my ass” attitude I used to have?
I love you so much
But I’m losing my touch
And the question is tough…
At what point do I walk away?
At what point is Love
Not enough?

blog: the starting post

So I decided to start a blog, hehe.  I don’t really have much to say but I guess I better put something here to start things off!  I haven’t been doing much the last few days, it’s been pretty rainy so I’ve been tucked away inside playing computer games.

I got an email back from the Black Stump people, and they’re inviting me back this year, yay!  I do so love to Stump!  The theme for 2009 is “Imagine” so I am going to have a lot of fun with that.

I am basically going to do what I call a “girl on a chair” show which is basically just me chilling out with the audience and doing some poems.  One year I brought a 3-legged stool that I borrowed from my sister, which was visually kinda cool, so I might look around for a particular chair to decorate up for the show.   Also I will probably write some new material… I always say that but it’s so hard to make myself sit down and write for any length of time, haha.

Last year I did a bit of a “scripted” show because the theme was “Life”, and I wrote about a girl who’s just died waiting around in Limbo after the funeral and reflecting on her life.  I felt it would be a good contrast, but it didn’t really go over too well… probably because it was a bit morbid and depressing!  Plus, my stage makeup looked pretty freakin’ creepy, which I didn’t realize until after I got the photos back, haha.  So this year I think it will be all rainbows and fairy floss… hey, now there’s a prop idea!!  :D

poem: urban triptych

1. Oxford Street

    We walked along in silence on that cold, grey morning…
    I stumbled, and thought no one would notice, but you did.
    Your arm went hesitantly around me,
    steadying me,
    without really touching me,
    Your voice composed of casual concern
    I noticed you
    For the first time.

    2. Sitting in the dark watching TV

    We sat in the dark watching TV
    Blaring violence in our
    Eerily lit up faces
    The bowl sat between us
    An oily chaperone
    Our hands reached for popcorn
    And found each other
    Unexpected connections
    Mumbled apologies
    Confused thoughts
    Later you stroked my arm
    A single, fluid motion
    One word… “Stay.”

    3. Launchpad

    A window of opportunity
    A chance nearly missed
    Before it has properly begun

    No time to discover you
    As you should be discovered…
    No time to touch you
    As you should be touched…

    I long for extension
    For truth and honesty behind the wordplay
    I lay my hand alongside your face
    You laugh and take it companionably
    Between your own cumbersome fingers

    You ask me out for drinks
    We talk into the night
    You begin to think you know me…

    … Tell me – what happens next?

    poem: against the wall

    Bound and gagged
    That’s the way you like me
    Your way – you take me
    Five against the wall
    Subdued and masked
    A tight fit – but you’ll have me yet
    Five against the wall.
    Your ego stroked
    Your arrogance dominating
    A power play is growing flowing
    Freudian slips are showing
    But you know I prefer it this way too –
    Five against the wall, and you.

    poem: burn

    I burn the you right out of me
    I forget your face
    I hardened my heart against your words
    I magnify the space
    Too late to change the past I fear
    Too late, my destiny is set
    And I cannot go back
    I will not break free
    The walls you find so hard to crack
    Are there to keep you out
    I’m protecting both of us
    From uncertainty and doubt
    Too late to be who I once thought
    I could learn to be,
    Too late to learn to love and trust
    To stop indemnity.

    poem: rhyme and season

    // shine

    You’ve gotta burn to shine,
    You’ve gotta stay firm to last,
    You’ve gotta be in it to win it,
    But am I fading out too fast?
    Why am I always cold –
    So cold,
    Like snow falling on water.

    // pocketwatch

    I’m out of step
    I’ve got no sense of timing
    I’m always a day late
    Or a day early
    Someone wound me up too tight –
    There’s a spring loose
    Somewhere inside me.

    // Life is an infinite thing

    This is where
    Life… comes together
    This / is where life / comes together
    This / is where the distance
    Between time and space meld forever
    Into a kaleidoscope of monolithic glee
    This is where…

    poem: a collection of romantic poems about hands

    // Ships (1998)

    My blue hand reaches
    For your pink one
    Our eyes interlock and I
    Gaze at the mystery of you;
    I almost grasp the key to knowing you.
    I almost understand the suffering I’ve been through
    As a justification for this moment;
    and then you slip away,
    Into the distance of this
    Still, dark night,
    Our contact limited to a chance missed
    For loving you.

    // Masterpiece (1998)

    Paint your smile on me
    You’re my da Vinci, my Van Gogh
    Take me, shape me, into a masterpiece
    I am a neo-classic love child
    The bastard of an oil and canvas copulation
    Deepen my hues
    Shadow my crevasses
    Paint me wild and free

    // Dreamkind (2000)

    You held me
    Wrapped your strong arms around me
    And smiled at me,
    Your gentle sweet contagious smile
    Circled in your embrace,
    I marvelled at how warm I felt
    How safe, how small, how loved
    How proud I was to have you at my side…
    How nice it was to lace your fingers into mine.

    // Your Hands (2001)

    I’m in love with your hands –
    The way you communicate
    Your eyes have never held such secrets
    as the ones that reside in your grasp…
    You touch me, and mysteries are revealed
    My resolve crumbles to dust at my feet
    You have woven your spell around me
    Trapped me with your honey-dripped fingers
    Placed bracelets of restraint around my willing wrists.

    // Hybernate (2003)

    Warmth is…
    Curling up next to you
    A blanket of companionship
    On a wintery mountain night
    Your strong arms around me
    Your crooked half smile
    The deftness of your hands
    The silkiness of your hair
    As it whispers through my fingers
    Like seagrass on the ocean floor.

    poem: emoticons

    Life:
    That beautiful bastard child
    Of a union not meant to be

    Death:
    The only severing link
    Between you and me

    Us:
    A two-letter word that no longer
    Holds in its weight

    Love:
    A twisted, futile thing
    That in its urgency came too late.