Today, Pen Paper Pad‘s Tamara Woods is stopping by today to share one of her poems. Please give her a warm welcome.
For National Poetry Month, I’ve been blogging (almost) everyday, writing poetry and trying to get the courage to record a video poem. Here is a poem I wrote that I may try to digitize later.
Seeking Limpid Balance Hand shakes Fingertips tap one time, two times, three Sharp pull from e-cig Not the same, not the same, not the New cocktail tenuous strains to normality Not quite quieting fears, disconnected discontent Lids hanging eyes sensitive one time, two times, three Static burns neck's nape Oxygen has escape room through lighta beaming from window bouncing from wall to ceiling floor all white. all white, all one time, two times, three Lines rips down wrist raised coils against pale skin Stark black tangles Snarls past ears catching air with pacing, one time, two times, three The world outside these walls tasted red, she felt muddy, All feelings passed through her leaving residue behind. Never truly clean. One time, two times, three.
About the Poet:
Tamara Woods is a poet, blogger, and generally pusher of words from Honolulu by way of West Virginia. Her first collection of poetry, The Shaping of an “Angry” Black Woman will be available this summer. Find her on Twitter, Facebook and check out her mumbling on her blog, PenPaperPad.
***Please check out my review of Sarah Arvio’s collection night thoughts: 70 dream poems and notes from an analysis.***
Nice poem! I especially liked the sound of these lines:
“Static burns neck’s nape
Oxygen has escape room through
lighta beaming from window
bouncing from wall to ceiling floor
all white.”
I really like all of the stanzas, but I think the one you note here is the strongest.