What’s The Use of Regret?©Lyn Crain

It’s scary out there!

Me, myself and I

seeking a new direction.

I hear the fragile songs

of my bewildered youth.

What am I afraid of?

The Myth…

His love of the past

Will it come find me?

The borders of insanity

are so close.

I’m a mere weak girl,

shuddering and shivering

in this sea of uncertainty.

He renders me fearful

in this complex nightmare.

Where the wild things flee,

seeking answers in the book

of alleged illumination.

I need a safe place to go mad

with my monumental memories

until they compose themselves.

I’m a fragile human being,

I don’t want to wage war

but I can’t continue

fighting the hard times in paradise.

I’m tired of paying for solidarity

I can’t keep confronting

his darkness when

there are the varieties of anger.

The pages’ turn

but the story is always the same

in her storied land.

Until the cats come back

and turn the tables.

Whatever happens

They’ll blame me

so

what language does love speak?

If

It stands alone,

Unarmed,

black and dead.

It’s my last chance

to escape  this epic fail

What’s the use of regret?

Everything in Italics was taken from the New York Times headlines and subtitles. I moved them around until I created my poem.

Highbrow or lowbrow literature

In Shakespeare’s day, he wrote unadulterated popular fiction.  I don’t know about you, but that’s what I still read, centuries later. It’s  a brilliant reminder that highbrow literature wasn’t always an obscure title—in fact, it used to be the books and plays that we now call commercial fiction. What do you think will today’s popular fiction will be tomorrow’s highbrow literature or will it be considered lowbrow literature? 

It is said that highbrow books can be difficult because they are complex not for the sake of complexity but because the stories and the lives involved are complex. The characters and their motives are not simple. Readers don’t want simplicity. Highbrow literature is different because it leads you into a story and you have to find your own way. In highbrow books, you are not only the reader  but a writer too. You will be asked to fill in gaps, draw your own conclusions, and to find your own answers, Highbrow literature may not be flattering or cater to your ego, but you know that wherever it takes you, it’s going to be quite the journey.

In lowbrow books, the writer determines the reader’s experience.  By this mean I mean every detail is explained. The reader becomes  passive.  Some feel this is enjoyable. because the reader doesn’t have  to do anything. It’s the literary equivalent of an amusement ride at a fair. You sit back and soak it all in.  It can be amusing even fun because you don’t have to do anything. Once the ride is over you’re exactly where you started. 

 One of the most significant differences between highbrow and lowbrow books is the way highbrow shows other people’s beliefs and desires may not be what we believe and desire.  We’re seeing their inner thoughts and feelings that we may not want to identify or even care about but in that moment anything is possible when we are asked to step outside our comfort zone.

Reading both is essential because exposure to lowbrow and highbrow gives us balance in our lives. 

 

 

 

Contemplation©Lyn Crain

Contemplation

Dresden blue water shimmers with each deafening crash
against field gray stones thrust upright to the sky.
Yellow, orange and red streaks boldly flash
appearing to skim the glorious waves crest high.

Cumulus clouds tinted with fire on the horizon
invite me to pause a spell on the ginger sand.
Dreaded silence, haunts me, so alone… not surprising.
Staring off at nothing while thinking, my life is out of hand.

Sooty darkness succumbs, chilling, salty sprays hit me
but will not hinder my compelling desire for seclusion.
The ocean… like ebony black silk with an irresistible plea
come, my dear, your demise is an earthbound illusion.

Not Myself Anymore

There is no cure for love, it is the greatest equalizer of all.

Frank Solanki

Every breath is marked to you
Every heartbeat is calling out your name
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been the same

These eyes long for the sight of you
These ears long for your voice
Ever since I’ve met you
I’ve been left with no choice

The days I spend dreaming of you
The nights just seem so long
Ever since I’ve met you
Everything else just seems so wrong

Every word is a struggle
Every line is a war
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been myself anymore

Every breath is marked to you
Every heartbeat is calling out your name
Ever since I’ve met you
I haven’t been the same

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Quest for freedom

Bird on the Wire
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, “you must not ask for so much”
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, “hey, why not ask for more?”
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
“Bird On The Wire,”  ruminates on the impossibility of freedom in a world rife with tethers. Aren’t we always seeking freedom from some kind of oppression in our daily existence? And aren’t we always messing things up ? Our human spirit’s struggle against inherent frailties and external pressures often results in futility.  The real story is the effort we made to resist making the same mistakes again.

Change ©Lyn Crain

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Beauty Fearlessly Rendered

The Architecture of Survival

Monuments to Memory

Fearlessly Rendered

 in Its Complexity

 

Racing to Unlock

 an Alien Thought Process

Come and Find Me

The Fragile Songs

A Book of Illuminations

Uh-Oh

Find a Direction Home

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

From the Theater of War

 to the Halftime Show

Counting The Unarmed,

Black and Dead

Waging…  Battle

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Against Me, Myself and I

The Architecture of Survival

Around Town

Keep Your Eye on the Road

And on the Driver as Well

 

Racing to Unlock

An Alien Thought Process

Last Chance

Children

They

They Can’t Kill Us All

Turning The Tables

 

 

This poem is created from article titles in The New York Times Friday 11/11/ 2016 Edition of Weekend Arts. Every line is either the full title or pieces of it to make the poem flow. I haven’t added any words except the titles.

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form

 

 

Death of Democracy©Lyn Crain

The Mistletoe Murder

of

Philosophers and

 Other Lovers

in what once

was a nation

 now

A Gambler’s Anatomy

In this

City of Dreams

Where America Begins

 

Judge Not

The Whistler

The Man Who Chose

To Exile

Rogue Heroes

In the

March of the Lexicon

 

Surprise

Words on the Move

Cruel Beautiful World

It’s no longer

Seriously Sweet

When Music Was Life and Death

 

 no

Escape Clause

to

The Wrong Side of Good bye

in a Sleeping World

oh

The Mortifications

Bless Me

 for I Will Sin

 

This is another found poetry piece from the New York Times Book Review. I take the book review and cut all the different review titles and the book titles out and place them on the table. I then move them around until I have a poem. I only add minimal words to help the flow. The titles are all in italics.

#New York Times

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/found-poem-poetic-form