entombed in a yes
that grew from nights before
i hold you
as you read me
and force myself to tote the
quiet lines of my
gut in a tiny
strip of yellow
i write a poem of
loving you and
you read it
reside within the
tower of no answers
or the ambiguous smile
or endless sucking and fucking
that jarrs the persona
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.
Made me stop, and read again, and three times.
I hope that’s a positive thing. lol. Thank you for reading 🙂
I like that you imbued the concept of the tower with the shape of your poem. Love is an interesting concept, because there is no other word or paring of words ot sentences or paragraphs of words that can ever equal “love.” If someone says it, the other has to repeat it. We build brick by brick the doubt, the anticipation, and the lurking conviction of dismissal. Then in one moment, it tumbles. Tragic really.
Thank you for your thoughts. Indeed, I agree with what you said — it’s a very interesting insight you’re putting forward. In a way, you’re saying that the only reply to love is love and that is quite poetic. Regarding the tower, perhaps, that is why most tarot practitioners consider the Tower to be the “worst” card in the deck (while the Sun is the “best”).
Maybe. I don’t think the Tower has to be terrible though. Ultimately, isn’t everything a tower? We build up a perspective and an understanding of the world, of ourselves, of reality. And at some point it will all fall away. Not because everything is doomed to fail, but because an end is the very nature of existence.
I don’t know all that much about Tarot cards. Only what I’ve seen in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which isn’t super useful) – but my mom loves them. I think they present an interesting way to view the world and where it will take us, but I think they often reflect more on the individual than they do on life’s course.
You, for example, use the tarot cards not necessarily to predict, but to expand on what you already know – to use them as a catalyst for artistic development.
But I probably have no idea what I am talking about.
No need to put the disclaimer, I understand what you mean. I also don’t agree with the notion that the tower is the worst (for instance, I just finished doing the Sun and it is not cheery at all). Good call on the ending of existence, I agree with you. For me the tower is destruction but destruction that comes with rebuilding.
Indeed, tarot cards are quite pretty; I am not a professional reader although I dabble every now and then during parties when friends request.
Once again, thank you so much. Your comments are very insightful (so is your blog, btw). 🙂
Thank you actually. I doubt I would have found your page if you hadn’t liked my post. I enjoy your blog as well, but I had to prepare myself for the somewhat explicit content. 😉
This is a beautiful piece. I have been browsing your blog for awhile, unable t stop scrolling to the next. You’re very talented and hold one’s attention well. I like the vivid images you create for a scene.
By the way, thanks so much for stopping by my blog.
Thank you very much, it really makes me happy to be able to bring some enjoyment to even just a few people. Thank you so much. 🙂
I forgoy to say, I love your blog name and think you using the cards as prompts is an awesome idea.
Thank you! lol. The name was a promt from my poetry professor who wanted to give me a nickname 🙂
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