By Celeste Peralta
Your gaze tickles like
Pop Rocks on my tongue
I take a handfulCrackling candy
A cherry-flavored playground
I cartwheel and skipYour knockout flavor
Explodes, sizzles in my mouth
Staining lips, tongue, teethDizzy from your punch
This oral amusement park
With bright lights and sweetsYou fizzle and melt
Edible firecracker
I like how you taste
(What do you think of this haiku? I’m compiling my favorite haiku and poems for a self-published collection. Aiming for early 2012.)
“Say yes, spoken because beneath every no
lay a passion for yes that had never been broken.”
–Wallace Stevens
“Spoken word poetry cracks open locks”
“If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B … ” began spoken word poet Sarah Kay, in a talk that inspired two standing ovations at TED2011. She tells the story of her metamorphosis — from a wide-eyed teenager soaking in verse at New York’s Bowery Poetry Club to a teacher connecting kids with the power of self-expression through Project V.O.I.C.E. — and gives two breathtaking performances of “B” and “Hiroshima.”
Watching this yesterday touched a chord from my past. The days of writing in my Los Feliz apartment, performing open mike at Tuesday Night Cafe and being more expressive.
I gotta get back to that.
Jots & Thoughts 