I was suffering from severe writer’s block on a night that I had dedicated to content creation and my girlfriend came to the rescue and inspired me over a phone call. The result was this free verse poem that will most likely be included in my final portfolio. I have revised it only slightly since the night I wrote it, changing a few words and breaking the phrases into tighter syllabic lines.
I am a net
made of holes
eaten through pages of battered books.
into a stream of consciousness.
through the scum of this floor
‘till I reach rocky shore where I arrive now widened.
You cross your eyes at my dotted t’s,
trying to read between my lines.
reeking of life lived on the bottom will fall,
painting pictures of every time I dove deep
for what was lying overhead.
I spell out
in big letters
for my liberators to see
send them home
with signal fire
and lie on my back
to feel the earth harden along my spine
as I pull new limbs from the banks.
And walk along the shore.
Feel these corners impress upon what I once was.
I leave my mark
for the rising tide
and fill these pages with the name
of the one who loved me
long before I came up for air.
featured photo credit Carly Matthew