Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi

-Hola, Néih hóu, Bula, Bonjour, Aloha, Konnichi wa, Mogethin, Kia Ora, Hi-
No matter what your language, cadence, or creed, I'm glad you're here =)

"She's tired of flat lands and cornfields, Seashells traced in snow. She wants more bugs on her windshield, She don't want to go alone...She talks about her waterfall fountain, And her house out on the bay. She's in love with broken glass mountains, Fireplace cafes."

Translation, please!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

No More Secrets for You, Dear.

I am so very tired right now. Probably because I couldn't sleep last night and decided to do homework til 2am instead. On the other hand, that was probably the best sleep I've had in a while - until it was interrupted by my darling brother yelling about something at 8:30am -_-

Oh well, Cest' la vie.

Anyhow, I'm taking poetry again this term - not retaking it, just to clarify. Since I took it last term, this go around I get to take Advanced Poetry - oolala.

So I wrote something last night, that I will probably try to use for class, but I will probably have to rearrange so it works in a different form. Which is really just peachy with me because I definitely feel like this is unfinished.

But regardless, here is the newest addition to my poetry, enjoy =)

No More Secrets for You, Dear
Spring break found me in several new places, this train being one.
On the way home- clickety clacking across wet tracks and miserable
Valleys steeped in beauty. Watching the hills rise and fall,
Staring at cows and deer and rabbits and gray sky- and circling birds

Watching the creatures rule the sky, and descend on the earth, I
Finally see what draws them away from their gray tinted freedom.
Flesh, red and warm, split and criss-crossed and marking death
Splayed apart and steaming in the chilled air, ripped open.

No more secrets for that deer
No more secrets for you, Dear

No more hiding, no more buried heart
No more alone, no more stitched together
Rip them out, Dear, tear them out – leave the strands here
At my feet or in my hands, I want to see you splayed apart

I want to see your unhidden heart
I want to see your deep breathing lungs bringing in life
Snip out the stitches, live as you are. Show us your heart, Love
Oxygen brings life, brings a quicker healing

So just like the deer, hoof marking its death
Raise your hands- scream that you are here
Because the vultures won’t get to you, they won’t make it
Past this heart, past my heart – so

No more secrets for that deer
No more secrets for you, Dear


  1. that is an amazing poem. amazing. I love it. I really do, Netti! I think I need a signed copy of this!

  2. Aw thanks Erin! haha maybe once I feel like it's more finished? or you could have one as is if you really want =P


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