From there to here

I think I took a slight respite from blogging for the sake of some serious internal reflection. I don't know how helpful that was, in all honesty, but I am back and ready to try my hand at some serious writing. Ah! Serious writing! (You may ask for further exposition.) But, I can't really give you a complete answer. So, my attempt at serious writing with the noble title of: "From there to here" is replete with all the poetic justice this day of revelation deserves.

In the beginning there was there (and a poem to follow):

HOLD ME

Since you cannot hold me
I try to hold myself

But,
on days I slip
and guide my diva sunglasses
down the bridge of my nose
So Antonio's Pizzeria won't see
my buckling knees
bull-red eyes
and watery bursts as he yells, "Bella, bella"

The sad/happy streets of West 110th
were once so welcoming

Since you cannot hold me
I must hold myself

I swear,
I won't make it another block
The men in the park stare
at my bobbing ponytail
earphones jammed in
shutting out what I cannot hear:

traffic saying:
Mr. Johnson saying:
Mr. cabbie saying:
What I will not acknowledge to be true

Since you cannot hold me,
I am slipping

And,
it seems that the angels had to guide me today
from tripping over myself
As I crossed Columbus Avenue.

You cannot see
where I fell

You cannot predict
How I will rise

Without you holding me.

---Britta Jensen

And, suddenly, I am here in all the multifaceted layers:

BOMBING OUT

The vast array

of hues

that describes

my armament

doesn’t fully do me justice

sea glass green orbs: for eyes

honey wheat firecrackers: for hair

AND THE LIST GOES ON

Glamour and Vogue can’t catalogue

the fierceness,

the wild

that encompasses everything that shuts on and off

on my pressure cooker valve

the valve that

when you look my way

wants to either burn or caress

or cook you whole

Where my metamorphosis

went wrong

could be described by all the tagger’s prose…

littering my environs…

ZODIAC and SKRIKER

haven’t got anything

on

the

beast

within.

---Anjali Sen
(My alter-ego)