Compulsively staring at the semi occupied mason jar
Dissecting with critical eyes its lurid contents
Tapping the lettered glass whenever I pass
Occasionally lifting to shake and peer –
Unable to rip away
Heart breaking and bouncing with every vibration
Vinegar water steeped to a furious vermilion
Thirsty for the twist – lift – pop
Take you down
Pervade the depths of me
Quench my thirsty resentment
Sinisterly sinew was the expectation
Smooth Saccharine the surmise
© T. Altman 2017
Created this jpg this morning as the thought has been running around in my head for a while now and its become my personal motto!
(C) T. Altman 2017
Women Who Write Anthology which I have contributing to has created a fundraising campaign on Pozible to raise funds to have our first anthology published.
We are offering pre-sale copies of our anthology, writing services (copy, web content, blog and memoir), and a coaching service from a professional life coach.
Our goal is to raise $3000AU to enable us to break-even with publishing costs. Any funds raised above this amount will go towards costs such as our group events, our Writers Victoria membership fee, our book launch party and next year’s anthology.
Please spread the word about our campaign.
Thank you to everyone in advance and please click the link below to donate:
Women Who Write Anthology Support
Grappling for more
Pinched and prodded
Bled but not bothered
Heart perpetually a stone
Will inevitably end up alone
(C) T. Altman 2017
This quote prefaced in Whitman’s ‘Leaves of Grass” sings to me….
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
Things will change and you will be free.
No more suffocating your inner banshee.
Ignore what they say about your quirks.
No more pretending to hide what irks.
Allow you higher self to shrine through.
Because no one else will do.
© Image and Text – T. Altman 2017