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.***
Today, Pen Paper Pad‘s Tamara Woods is stopping by today to share one of her poems. Please give her a warm welcome.
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.***
