Wednesday, January 18, 2012

MSG...YOU.HAVE.BEEN.DECODED

MSG...YOU.HAVE.BEEN.DECODED
Johanna Vanderspool
January 18, 2012

You're reading me like 1001010
A computer generated code,
So exact, full of values.
Algorithmic without heart.

The hat wearer with perceptions behind spectacles,
Deciphering those cryptic war codes.
Bombing hearts, torpedoing principles, tears do fall.
Flying above, verdicts sent out in poetic tongue lashings.

Declarations and postulations generate generations.
Energetic to the cause to defend.
Msg...This.Soldier.Is.Okay.I.Rest.Securely.
Decode me. Unmask me. Expose me.
Did you not notice, interpreter? I am always naked.

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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

THE SONATA

THE SONATA
Johanna Vanderspool
January 12, 2012

The ivory keys of the piano
Danced with a vibrato into my soul
As if plucking imaginary strings inside
The melody drifted an intellect
Scaling down roughness built
And bestowing light in caves deep

As the pulsating caress of Beethoven's fingertips, lover's tease
A sway like swans I once watched on the lake long ago on an iridescent day
The sonata filled my darkened bedroom sonorously
With resonance to recall fondly as to not forget my loves,
Yet to chant spiritedly a new future arose from wall to wall, ceiling to ceiling
Notes that trumpeted with affettuoso and hope.

I took a deep breath of this melodious air,
And fell asleep with an enchanted smile...