Inspiration

So it has been quite a while since I have posted much on this blog. I love the idea of writing poems constantly but as of late I have been struggling with finding inspiration. My dear friend Katie sends me poetry challenges in the mail, but alas, I cannot seem to be inspired by them and it saddens me. I think it is in part because I have sort of cut myself off from my creative, inventive brain. When I go through hard stuff my instinct is to shut down, and to hide. I went through some really hard stuff this past year, and while I'd love to draw inspiration from that I still find myself quite anxious when I try. I worry I will share to much, give to much of myself away and become vulnerable. I guess that is really part of the thrill of written art, wondering who will see it, and how much they will glean from their limited knowledge of the subject matter. I don't know why I find the fear of sharing myself so paralyzing. A work in progress...for ever more I will be.

Here's a Fool For You

Here’s a Fool For You
Sarrah Loyce

If I had a penny for every brilliant thought,
I’d remain a penniless fool.
If brilliance is “distinguished
by unusual mental keenness”,
I’d rather remain a fool. “One lacking in common powers of understanding”.

I find it highly ironic; the oddity of the hated, of the praised
the fool is found uncommon;
the brilliant unusual and odd.
Both measured by their mentality, the capacity of the brain. The is no fool,
nor wise one.

Can I not be brilliant fool? Unusually keen in my lacking
of the common understanding?
Can I also be foolishly brilliant? My lacking common thought
to make me unusual and keen,
to uncommon understanding?

If you call a thought uncommon, a thought I may have had,
am I brilliant, or a fool? If you disagree,
a fool!
If not, my brilliance exceeds all before!
Ah, but who is really uncommon, if everyone agrees?
Who can be a brilliant thinker, if only having common thought? That would defy
the definition, and rend my thinking
common.

So what was it that I said, that supposedly “brilliant” thought?
Ah yes, it was common, like everyday chimney soot.
Hiding in every chimney, in every house, every living room.
Cleaning it out may be messy, intelligence, is only
willingness to hold a broom.
The effort, to pick through, the soot.

To get on hands and knees, to scrub.

Dirty, difficult.

So brilliance? Foolishness?
That’s just pretending you didn’t get it from the soot.

Well....it's been a while...

We finally accomplished our 10-month goal! Adam and I are now a Mr & Mrs. It's pretty exciting. We've moved and experienced a whole lot of life changes in the past few months. I love life, and love learning about how you do this whole marriage thing (it isn't as easy as it looks).

Anyways, I hope to be back at the poetry soon, or the blogging, or something other than just a random life update. But I figure that's good too.

Still job searching, but I hope I'll find something new.

Peace out
Sarrah

Facelessness

faceless

a figure standing
high heels - stilettos perhaps

threatening

an a-line skirt
with a business jacket

a model.

personality

a figure standing
tennis shoes - converse to be exact

cowardly

old navy jeans
with a t-shirt

ordinary.

the faceless
the centerfold
the model
dictates

the ordinary
the middle class
the human being
fears

the faceless.

is threatened by

the faceless.

ironically

the faceless

is fake.

the farce influences the genuine.
the genuine long for the farce

the fake

the dominant.

worthless.

media
lies
hypocrisy.

media makes the world
the society

it’s a fakeness

the faceless
the ordinary.

nothing matters.
nothing gives.
until the end.

the part beyond this place.

heaven.
the whole.
the holy.
the heavenly.
the surreal.
the unimaginable.

that’s what’s real.
that’s what awaits.

faceless. nameless. placeless.

heaven.


-Sarrah Loyce 4/13/10

Indifference

read
like a magazine

watched
like a tv screen

carelessly,
distractedly,

absent of a search for what it means.

-Sarrah Loyce 3/30/10

Created in His Image

Sometimes, I just can't see myself that way.


Eternal WIP, I suppose.

Love

Halfway through an engagement. Only five month until the wedding.

Scary, and awesome.


I'm so amazed by Adam's love.