poetry – Page 39 – Jordyn Saelor

Shatter (a lonely Christmas poem)

One, wait for the light to come on again. You ain’t ever going to kill hope because if you did I’d be a dead girl out of matchsticks.

knife of petals, cut the earth

And I am born of the dreamers’ deadliest desires.
Not what you liked, Dahlia, you who are down to earth?
Every petal takes a cut against my worth,

Productive/Raw

Hi everyone! Because of the formatting of this poem, I found it much easier to add images of the poem instead of trying to format it accurately on WordPress. Hope you enjoy!

A half-revised article on failing

My original title idea for this was “No revisions: article on failing.” Because I had in mind the idea that I should fail in some way as I write about failing, about how failure is trying is improving and learning. Except then the idea of actually posting something that I hadn’t revised at all freakedContinue reading “A half-revised article on failing”

down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)

Twenty-four hours are a tank In seaworld, cold salt water Holding dolphins, You can go down, Down, Down, holding hourglass dolphins hostage hoping to and concrete containing blue gallons just enough to question the glass to really believe in freedom not enough of an ocean Until you hit the bottom, concrete andContinue reading “down, right, up, and not for mobile (unnamed poem)”

Haiku #7

Haiku number seven out of seven haikus on hope. This is the end people :(
At night, cacti bloom
pink to oppressive shadow.
Color to the black.

Haiku #6

Haiku #6 goes like this (super dramatic first line, I know): An old, aching tree
about to tumble, roots weak.
Enduring hope hurts.
Fair warning, I wrote most of this post

Haiku #5

At this point, it really should be quite evident that I didn’t follow the traditional rules of writing a haiku (see this post, and this post. And also this

Haiku #4

Hello. This post is part of a series where I evaluate haikus I wrote a few weeks ago. You can find those posts here. For this post, I’ll be looking at my 4th haiku: A wandering light, fluttering, frail; in deepness of creeping midnights. 5, 7, 5 syllables: check Punctuation: check. Even a semicolon thisContinue reading “Haiku #4”

Haiku #2, Haiku #3

Some things I learned in the past week about traditional haikus: 1, they typically avoid metaphors and similes, or figurative language in general. 2, since they’re focused on nature, they tend not to include people. Or people related things. So many things I am learning, including that my haikus need work. Yay for revising, right?Continue reading “Haiku #2, Haiku #3”