In a sharing mood

I don't read my poetry very often (read: I've done it twice). I don't want to sound like anyone but me, and from being underground on the scene in the past, I found that many many many people here in Illadelph are trying to sound like Sister Sonia. I love Sonia. Wanted to be in her class. But I don't want to sound like her. I want my own sound, should I decide to read aloud. I think I have my own sound, but I don't have my own voice yet. I'm less interested in having a voice out loud right now than I am in having a voice in between the lines. I suppose I should hone that voice to prepare for the day that I have my own book, to stand before language lovers and share. But that, like my poetry, is a work in progress.

I'm in a sharing mood today, so here's an untitled piece I wrote a few weeks ago. It's so nice to step off this writer's block. I never thought I was afraid of heights until I found myself stuck on one of them.

Untitled
found myself in that
silly
infatuated
section of my heart
again with you

you know
when a cursory wink
makes me giggle
and you mouth
'I love you'
into
the air's ear

and like a leaf
in Autumn
I float aimlessly
through your breeze

until you catch me
in the hammock of
your smile

but just as your breeze
can change direction
you turn my spirit
grey
when you say
it's all out of fun

and there again
I've fallen
for someone else
who is
emotionally or
otherwise
unavailable.

(C) JGH

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