Today Christine Bakke pointed out to me that my blog will turn four years old this month (May 25th to be exact when I posted my first entry as a virgin blogger.) I originally only planned on posting poetry, but turned to prose at some point.
To commemorate the upcoming birthday, I will post a poem, a love poem at that. (But that is all you get–love poems are intimate affairs).
Freely given—freely received,
Stored in bulk,
Easily accessible day and night.
the smooth glass jar,
(Larger than our two heads lying on the same pillow as we speak truth with our eyes,)
Contains our love.
Take what you need, what you want,
Day or night.
Take a pinch or a heaping scoopful.
You cannot steal what is already yours.
Also to celebrate I want to share the following poem, A Joyful Occasion by Seth. Seth is a trans man with a Mormon background. Of the poem Seth says,
This is a stychomythic poem where two poems are read independently and then together by alternating lines. There is no video, because I didn’t want to distract from the poem itself.
In poem Seth states,”I almost lost myself endeavoring for a life that did not fit for me.”
hat tip to Jayna.