I am a ship lost its moorings
Floating: up up up up in the air
Until I find my head too heavy
And I sink bulwarks down
Eyes closed, body listing to one side
I am still for a minute, maybe two
Until it seems certain I will fall
Suddenly a breath of wind lifts my sails
And I float again: up up up
Eyes clear and then glazed with sea salt
Barnacles coat the skin of my dreams
Armor against myself and the world.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Marred. This page can never be the same. I have stolen its virginity. Indelible. I can not be simply wiped away. Overtime my mark will fade but it will never again be pristine. I have written its story. Words to yellow their way across the lines of page and time. Will she choose to preserve them? Such power is mine. To cover. To hold. To caress. To lift and bend her corners. Will I treat her kindly? Carry her with me to the end? A journey not yet completed will take her past my life unless she comes to some untimely end. Were it not for my hand I wonder the path she would have taken. But the life not lived looses breath. It is an abortion of the possibilities. Pre-determined. I steal her free will.
(c) Lauren Otheim – 2010
Hi guys! I just wanted to thank everyone who is still paying attention to my blog after such a long hiatus! I just moved back to school for the year and the last few weeks have just kind of flown by in a flurry of packing, moving, classes and papers. I promise to (attempt) to be much much better so long as my profs don’t absolutely inundate me in more papers. Thank you so much! I so much appreciate all of your comments!
Lauren Michelle
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Poetry of the Soul 