Monday, October 10, 2011

me : Aquetia Awaits (a poem)

I realized the other day that it's been a long time since I've posted any of my poetry or art on here. Sometimes I get so caught up in what I want my blog to be when it grows up, that I forget what makes this blog different from all the others -- me. Plus there's the constant terror of public humiliation and rejection. Not that I think I'll have a mass exodus of followers due to my poetry/art (and if I did, good riddance to those fools) but my poetry and art is so personal. It's a part of me that I don't share with many people at all and this soul-baring exposure is hard, it's uncomfortable. But it's necessary to stretch myself out of my comfort zone so I can continue to grow. 

So, here it is, a poem that I wrote for one of my English classes back in 2007 and the painting that I did in 2009 to go with the poem. There's also an explanation below if you're that interested. ;) 


Aquetia Awaits
When the peonies are in full bloom
before the reign of Death
I'll go to Aquetia.
In a coral, jalopy shell - pulled by green fins
with Amphidon unforsaking my side
I'll go to Aquetia.
Salty bubbles swarm each stroke
amuse the lilies holding their breath
I'll go to Aquetia.
Jelly chandeliers, seaweed curtains,
pathways of current.
I always longed for Aquetia.
Unseen rhythmic movements
lulling coral to slumber.
I'll go to Aquetia.
Kins' half nakedness,
unalluring, mesmerizing gestures.
I'll go to Aquetia.
No walls, no confinementality
everywhere is unforbiddenness.
I'll go to Aquetia.

Explanation: I've always felt this connection to the aquatic. I don't know if it was from my obsession with "The Little Mermaid" when I was little or something else. As a little girl, I imagined this underwater world where I lived. A few years ago, I put that imaginary place into words. This is the result. My grandparents had a peony bush in their yard that I absolutely LOVED. In the spring it would bloom these HUGE, white, fragrant blossoms. And shortly after it bloomed, there would be a huge rain storm come through and beat the flowers until all the petals were scattered around on the ground. Thus... "when the peonies are in full bloom, before the reign (or rain) of death..." A played a lot with words in this poem: Amphidon is a combination of Amphitrite (Greek Queen of the Sea) and Poseidon (Greek King of the Sea); jalopy is one of my favorite words; confinementality is a combination of confinement and mentality. I hoped to use the repetitive "I'll go to Aquetia" lines as a steady rhythm, kind of like the waves of the ocean. And finally, most of the poem is just a description of what I saw in my mind as a little girl, and what I still see in my mind, when I go to Aquetia.

1 comment:

  1. I always had an obsession with The Little Mermaid, too. I always wanted to be a mermaid. My sister and I would swim in the pool with our legs together to feel like a mermaid. Boy was that hard!

    Love the poem and the painting!!


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