Miscellaneous:

[MsJacquiiC]

A Trilogy of Premonition (in 3 parts - unfinished)

I. (fear)

Sometimes the timid me feels secluded,
a lonesome flower, blowing petals as if
a tumbleweed. These triumphant sway of my hips,
dust as if
blown from the lips of
a holy saint wearing garb
of thousand-tongued beasts. Some-
times the timid me feels
secluded, abandoned, trapped-but-feared,
afraid to the point of cornered even,
yet completely in charge
of me.

Is this senility?

II. (confusion)

Where do I place these ashes? My hands
are tired. I've stopped smoking. I
want a thing (other than fingering
my nostril) that I can
do with my fingertips.
I'm anxious; I am 6 years old-
er than the most preposterous lie.
These ashes should die.

Again and again and
again, such a container could ever-never have
existed to contain this war within. Where can I
blow all of these ashes?

Away and away and
away. I want to blow these ashes
away.

III. (song)

Oh my these tulips are a'bloom
Oh my these romantical things I dream
Oh my these honeysuckle blossoms
Oh my these grass blades shine anew

Sing songs of pink roses and grooms
Sing songs of swans on oceans' gleam
Sing songs like lovers'



Copyright © 2011 Jacquii Cooke.

A Few Words:

So this poem abruptly stopped when my muse kinda vamoosed from the dome of my creativity point. It was interesting - Inspired by divinity one moment, to the point of actual song... And then all of a sudden BLOOP! Long-story short ==> I've spent the last 45 minutes contemplating a word and/or phrase that could possibly rhyme with "blossoms" and not be so cliche as "awesome" --- so it seemed fitting that if this poem is indeed about me (I often wonder if I think about anything else but myself - I'm so narcissistic - but don't tell me that - I'll debate you and win) that singing a song like lovers will be an appropriate place to either end or continue the verse... Whatever the case may be = time doesn't stop for many - so - on with the show...or the song as it were

[Bran Artus Kin]

Wow, your poems are always very unique and new.

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by MsJacquiiC

Sometimes the timid me feels secluded,
a lonesome flower, blowing petals as if
a tumbleweed. These triumphant sway of my hips,
dust as if
blown from the lips of
a holy saint with garb
of thousued band-tongeasts, some-
times the timid me feels
secluded, abandoned, trapped, feared,
afraid to the point of cornered even,
yet completely in charge
of me.

Great, very interesing. And sorry if my comments aren't much... I'm not a great poetry "discusser(?)".

[MsJacquiiC]

Thanks for the read and comment just the same Bran! I'm glad you found this piece an interesting read

Jacquii.

[PaintedDiary]

Oh Ms Jacquii....this one is very sui generis, and I will be back to give proper commentary....as for now....absolutely love it my dear!!!

Painted Diary

[MsJacquiiC]

The Following Text Is Quoted:

Originally Posted by PaintedDiary

this one is very sui generis

Your penchant for using words/phrases I have to google to find the meaning is astounding hahahaha
It's always a pleasure when you stop by to comment my work - so thanks for the read AND the compliment girlie