Moments Before the Dawn

This is not a poem. Moments Before the Dawn i love the stillness of dawn of that time those moments before dawn where the world is paused, holding its collective breath wondering what the reasons are waiting for truth for the purity of it all the hope of fulfillment, the promise of what is possible with the new day even hidden by rain its reassurance is there transforming in its beauty enhanced with (perhaps?) the clarity of rain washing away all that we don't need that we hold onto that is unfulfilled or hurt or hidden it somehow finds a way to creep out between the cracks in those moments before the dawn Date unknown (approximately November 8th-ish, 2009) This is not a poem. Not really. It was more of journal entry that seemed to have an interesting timing to it and when written out all pretty and funky.. kind of looks like a poem. That is all.

Blissful Sunday

Ok.. so I'm not really having much of a Blissful Sunday today, but it seemed weird to not post this poem on a Sunday, and there is always the chance of being reminded of some more wonderful and sexier times ;>

Hard to believe I wrote this ~13 years ago though... I did decide via doing this whole blogging thing now, that I needed to start writing poetry again like I "used to do". However, in looking back at many of these poems (and I have lots & lots more to share from the vault), I have wondered if the inspiration is gone, or if I have changed so much that that kind of soft and connected meaning is not present in my life in the same way.

Or perhaps it's more a case of idealism. I am not as idealistic (or you could say as naive) as I used to be.. with age comes wisdom.. and/or cynicism. Lol.

Either way.. I'm still a "hopeful" romantic (somewhere deep down there inside) and perhaps one day I will find someone who will make this poem seem real again.. or I'll be inspired to write an even better one.

Blissful Sunday

The sounds of water draws me in
splashing all over your body
against the porcelain wall
skin slides against skin
luscious, seductive, searching,
complete.

Burning gentle touch
that reaches deep within
and caresses tenderly the
being that we are
The ache that ebbs away
with every moment, motion, thought
laughed, shared, dreamt,
dared.

Wrapping around, entwined
in softness, in sensation
in fascination and ecstasy
Changing, learning, reaching
grasping to hold on
on to me, on to you
onto a realm that
tickles at the back of my
mind.

Waking to find it still there
real, substantial.
As your hand on my
thigh and
the pulse at your throat
that entrances
- enhances the need to
touch
the desire to crawl
as close as we can inside.
And waking to find that
it’s Sunday.

~ Written: Summer 1996-ish (exact date unknown)
~ Copyright: Michelle L. Marcicki; 1996-2010

The Art of Being... (Who i am)

It seems for the moment that until I develop & write a few more of the actual articles I am working on (which takes a bit of time..) I will be sharing things I have already written and a great number of those things fall into the domain of poetry...

Since sharing poetry is very, very personal at times, well.. most of the time... it is an even bigger leap for me than even doing a blog in the first place. But here it goes again..

There is a saying "Cogito, ergo sum" ~ "I think, therefore I am" ~, this is more a case of..."I write therefore I am"... Poetry offers tiny glimpses into who I am, who I want be, the parts of me I have left behind & the pieces I hope to find and integrate along the way..

Who i am

i dance and envelope my body
in sound
in ecstasy, in beauty
so true.

i move and let grace flow
from me like fluid
such ecstasy, such beauty
so pure.

i speak a lilting thought
framed in silhouette
with ecstasy, with beauty
so unlimited.

i think and spirit ebbs
all around
it’s ecstasy, it’s beauty
so me.

Copyright: Michelle L. Marcicki (Dolphin)
Written: March 13, 1996

Off the deep end...

Whew..

I am taking the plunge and "getting" a blog...

Wow... after only ~10-12+ years of mulling the idea around, having written poetry and other things for many, many more years than that (than I care to actually admit, as that would date me.. a lot). Watching friends get Live Journal sites, etc, and seeing blogging become the "thing" in the new world of IT and communication, especially in the last few years. It is now here to stay and in fact is the means of expression that is driving new media, new ideas, and creativity. Some of it is total crap, and some of it is beyond amazing. I hope I can find a way to fall into the latter realm, and share something of myself, of relevance, and of beauty to this world.

I have to admit, I am still a bit hesitant. I'm a very open person, but also incredibly private. To share my thoughts in a blog... it's a big step. But I think it's finally time. I got on Twitter with much trepidation about 1 year ago (along with other Social Media sites before that) and found it wasn't as bad I as thought and have even come to enjoy certain aspects of it. And I found myself wanting to say more than 140 char would permit.

So to start things off, I thought long and hard about what to say... beyond why would I do this crazy, yet necessary, yet now mundane and common thing like start a blog...

And so I share a poem I wrote December 28, 1990 (holy crap.. was that really 20 years ago?!), that explains why I write, what drives me to be here and is a taste of what I hope I can share..

To What Do I Owe This
(Gateway to Inside of Me)

The joy of existence,
of fulfillment, of tragedy,
is expressed by what I unwillingly
share with paper slate and pen.
From a realm of unknown spews
untamed emotion and thought,
from the very depths of being.
Uncriticized by unconscious thought and
uncontrolled by what is real,
these relentless visions are a gateway
to inside of me.

Copyright: Michelle L. Marcicki (Dolphin)
Written: December 28, 1990