It’s one thing to say I’m going to start writing the truth, as I did in my previous blog. Actually doing it? That’s quite another matter, but here’s a first attempt. When I write these haiku, whom am I speaking to? Who is the “you” in my poetry? As I was reminded in one of my classes last week (rather inelegantly, but still), whenever we point our finger at someone else, we are really pointing back at our shadow selves, those parts of ourselves we are at war with. We are always projecting our fears and hopes, desires and needs onto those around us. And so it is with my poetry. Sure, these may be inspired by a particular person. There’s a muse, to be certain, but on deeper reflection, I am “you.” You are me, and to paraphrase the Beatles, we are all together. Goo goo g’joob.
I loved the way you
Swept the door open and bowed,
Welcoming me in.
We had a language–
an undercurrent, riptide.
I drowned in your words
You bequeathed to me
This gift of desperation
Stop outguessing me.
Just walk your way, and I’ll run
mine. We’ll meet midway.
You do walk alone.
Were you breathless, keeping up
With my racing heart?
I’ve been your hostage
Since I read that first poem–
Enslaved by those words.
I am the blue sky
And you are the deep green sea
Breathe the air between
7 thoughts on “Shadows, Poems, & Projections: Just a few haiku”
I always love these short intense poems. They feel like bright bursts of fresh water!
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Exquisite work, poet … touched my heart, made me weep. Truth is like that.
Oh, wow. Thanks Susan. That means so much to me.
Beautiful. Poignant. Reading your words is always a pleasure.
Thanks so much, Laura 🙂
Your work reminds me of some of Sylvia Plath’s poetry. So beautiful with a undercurrent of darkness. Amazing.
Thank you! I appreciate your reading and your kind words. I just listened to Sylvia Plath read some of her poems from Ariel about a week ago. Fascinating to hear her read her own stuff. Someone posted a link on Facebook. I’ll try to find it and put a link here.