My Love. Crazy.

I prefer your kind of crazy

to the sanity the world tries to sell.

I prefer the sound of your tongue

whispering blessings in my sacred grove

instead of droned heartless hymns.

I have no fear of the world

through the looking-glass

as long as you are on the side

I enter into. You

have filled my head with wonders

since the day you stole

into my tower built of doubts.

You told me my hair was magic

and I believed. You

enchant and enflame me,

until I have no choice but to submit

to the mysteries you have initiated me into.

I lay as novice, but rise as priestess,

adept at the skills you have taught me. I

cannot live without your madness -

my armor against the madder reality

I must inhabit.  I must play at sterile sanity

while the eyes of the world are on me,

but when they turn away,

and the stars are the only witnesses

then I will let you kiss me, madly.

And I will kiss back.  

Song Choice: Crazy In Love by Beyonce, remixed 

This poem was inspired by a prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Play It Again Toads where we got to pick an older prompt to work with. I chose the Sunday Mini Challenge based on the poetry of Carilda Olivar Labra, specifically her poem, I go crazy, my love, I go crazy. I've also linked this poem up to Poet's United: Poetry Pantry #369.

Daylight Rationalist

I trace the circle around me

well salted with cynicism.

Sharpened stones lie

in every quarter,

while I’m cloaked

in rationality, secure

nothing under the sun can touch me.

Bleaching daylight gives way to the moon.

And nocturnes too subtle for day’s

cacophonous babble break

through to pierce

my too proud heart.

I cross the lines I created,

cutting myself on my own touchstones.

My cloak falls off in tatters

and I fly

until I am star drunk and well sated.

There is no shame

in my eyes

when I greet the rising sun.

Song Choice: Under Your Spell from Buffy the Vampire Slayer: The Musical

This poem was created by a prompt given by me at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Meme, where I asked people to create a poem from either the 13th line on the 7th page, or the 7th line from the 13th page of a book nearby them. The book I used was Witches by Erica Jong, and the quote that provided the inspiration (line 7 on page 13) was, “The rationalist scoffs, secure in his superiority to all those who claim that intellect is not enough to take us through this life.” 

By Rommy Cortez-Driks

Her Magic

She is her own

kind of magic. Banishing

limitations placed

by parochial minds,

she is innocent

darkness. Her hues

are enchanted to delight

her own eyes.

She knows

where her heart is,

there is her power.

So she cherishes all

that matches its beat -

and allows

no interruptions

to its rhythms.

Alphabet R by Erté

Song Choice: Video by India Arie 

This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Flash 55 Plus, where we were invited to consider the art of Erté while creating our poem, as well as keeping to the 55 word limit. It is also linked to Poet's United Poetry Pantry #365.

By Rommy Cortez-Driks