Some memories cut
like broken glass.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
Thursday, June 26, 2014
The Scribbler [Poetry]
What a lonely art;
that of a scribbler and ink stainer.
An artist speaks of the beauty
his subject possesses as he
immortalizes her upon a canvas,
and a musician laments to all
who hear,
but a writer speaks
only to her page.
This ink I stain is lonely,
this page blank without my company,
this art requiring on myself,
a thoughtful mind,
and a means to scribe.
What a lonely art, that of a scribbler,
but with every word you, dear reader, see,
I find myself less alone.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
that of a scribbler and ink stainer.
An artist speaks of the beauty
his subject possesses as he
immortalizes her upon a canvas,
and a musician laments to all
who hear,
but a writer speaks
only to her page.
This ink I stain is lonely,
this page blank without my company,
this art requiring on myself,
a thoughtful mind,
and a means to scribe.
What a lonely art, that of a scribbler,
but with every word you, dear reader, see,
I find myself less alone.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
Friday, June 13, 2014
Falsified Security [Haiku]
I’d rather be safe
in your arms, lulled by your voice,
than by siren songs.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
in your arms, lulled by your voice,
than by siren songs.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Friday, June 6, 2014
2am You [Poetry]
We all write about a 2am somebody.
When the rest of the world melts away, scared off
by the sight of the moon, that someone who steps out
from the shadows to save you.
But I don't want a 2am someone who only seems
to appear when the world is dark.
Selfishly, I want a somebody
who wants to be there despite sunrise or set,
who doesn't scare off because of shadows or
who only appears in the light.
We all write about a 2am somebody...
but I just want you.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
When the rest of the world melts away, scared off
by the sight of the moon, that someone who steps out
from the shadows to save you.
But I don't want a 2am someone who only seems
to appear when the world is dark.
Selfishly, I want a somebody
who wants to be there despite sunrise or set,
who doesn't scare off because of shadows or
who only appears in the light.
We all write about a 2am somebody...
but I just want you.
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Harrow Hatchling [Poetry]
If I told you there was a bird entrapped within
the bars of a shining, silver cage, would you think
her trapped, or well-off?
Would you leave her there to sing her tunes,
the saddest maudlin melodies, and think them a
stunning sound?
Is she blessed to have so much, though
never permitted to fly beyond
the limitations of her harrowing cage?
Do you see the beauty of the bird
and hear a sweet song, or the image of a girl
crying out she's treated wrong?
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
the bars of a shining, silver cage, would you think
her trapped, or well-off?
Would you leave her there to sing her tunes,
the saddest maudlin melodies, and think them a
stunning sound?
Is she blessed to have so much, though
never permitted to fly beyond
the limitations of her harrowing cage?
Do you see the beauty of the bird
and hear a sweet song, or the image of a girl
crying out she's treated wrong?
© 2014 | Jazelle Handoush
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Monday, June 2, 2014
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