When creating a blog centered around two primary and appropriately vague purposes, my life and my passion for literature, it only makes sense to take this opportunity to share some of my own writing. Although, it’s admittedly a far fall from our man T.S Eliot, I hope you all enjoy!
The following poem was the second piece of poetry I ever penned. What began as a desparate attempt to condense and understand a previous (then current) relationship quickly morphed into a much more enduring love affair with poetry, both as an art form and as an instrument of self-expressing revealation. It has previously appeared in the 2011-2012 Edition of Alloy Literary Magazine, http://www.students.emory.edu/ALLOY/about.html.
Re: Good Morning
by: Miranda Wojciechowski
You can always taste the laughter in my mouth
And ask why with your eyes. It seems strange to dissect
this inexplicable joy ripping its way through my throat
onto your lingering lips:
I cannot trust my words, three stiffled syllables,
a translated equivalent cheapened with misuse,
but my laughter defies caution, bubbling forth from
the fountain of my reticence.
Somewhere amongst the undertones there lies
a self-depreceating smile at the hopeless romantic within
because i cannot suppress an ironic chuckle
at the best part of myself.
I try to untangle the thread of light which leads me
through the labyrinth of my own irrationality, but it
no longer matters. This newfound indifference terrifies me
and I laugh at my fear,
Pooling in the unspoken air between us. I lean closer
and catch a glimpse of the scene reverberating
in the ripples of laughter. This new flavor, the words on
my tongue? I love you.