Pavanne Veltman

Pavanne Veltman
Location
Apeldoorn, Netherlands
Birthday
October 08
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Owner
Company
Antoinette
Bio
Dreamer, creator, diplomat, procrastinator, hopeless romantic

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MARCH 12, 2011 7:30PM

The Naked Truth - Saturday repost

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(I first posted this over a year ago when I first started blogging.  Recently more people I know have been reading it and I feel a little shy again, so, this being Saturday, I thought I'd repost it.) 

 

When writing things of a personal nature (deepest darkest secrets), whether it’s a song, poem, essay, story, novel, or screenplay, it sometimes occurs that the writer (I) becomes self-conscious (freaked out) and unable to continue writing (blocked).  Even diaries can be a source of distress (my ex-husband might try to hack into my computer again, or I might die suddenly, leaving my children to find boxes of dusty notebooks full of whining and R(X)-rated tales).  I have known women to burn their diaries in case of just such a catastrophe (I prefer the garbage can).

In such cases, one (I) needs to calm down (chill), breath (oooooom), and realize that, no matter how good some authors are at camouflaging the fact (someone not me), the best writing (as opposed to complete and utter rubbish) comes from the heart, from your own experience (truth).

Choke

 

Fear has me

In its stranglehold

Its icy fingers

Clamped round my throat

Blocking my thoughts

Steel handcuffs

Holding my wrists

Who might see

If I write it down?

Will they

Judge me?

Secrets in the open

For all to see

Discovered

Ratted out by

My own creativity

I feel fragile

Heart of glass

Placed next to

A hammer

Anyone can pick up

And strike me

With their

Quiet stares

Whispers

Behind my back

Shaming me

Strangely attractive…

Am I an

Exhibitionist

After all?

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Wow. I wasn't expecting the poem. It is a tour de force. Just one suggestion, if you don't mind. How would sound, instead of quiet stares? I love the sharp contrats and the stunning images such as heart of glass - placed next to a hammer.
♥R
My comment showed up incomplete. I was suggesting icy stares. :o)
FusunA - ooh! yes! that's good! thanks!
FusunA: oh, wait, now I remember why I didn't use "icy" -- already used that word in the 3rd line...
yes of course you are an "exhibitionist"..to "exhibit"
is to show, display...
which is not a "sin", but a necessity with you,
for you, lady, are, alas, a writer.

ask yourself, when wondering if
they will judge you,
what right have they to do so?
Are you not doing something far beyond their ken?
allowing play to stray shadow thoughts
that you, as "YOURSELF", may indeed
deny....but to your own detriment,\

for we are all of us outsourced, all we writers:
to the one true place in the universe
where the living is tough
but the breathing is
amazingly deeper...

we all need air, we writers...we depend on other
shamefaced holy fools to make sense of
ourselves, and our mission...
and our selves...and
the poetic equality of
all selfs..in glorious inspiration.

so: if you shut down, shut us out,
we are hurt...your own kind!!...
and you are maybe helped awhile by keeping things out of sight...
but you were not meant to edit every expression,\
you were meant to be a fountain of
youth to we fellow sufferers...

i burned my diaries many times.
perversely, it brings me both comfort and aching loss...
comfort when i retreat to my face, my facade..
loss when i think of how much i have forgotten about my soul
Pavanne you never cease to amaze me strangely attractive am i an exhibitionist after all also like the expression ratted out hey i like it all
Hello Pavanne...I think if we're posting on OS...we've got a wee bit of the E! Ha! Good for us! Lovely poem...painful...xox

(Uhhh...what's with the italics? Time for a round of ISlantyBolds!)
Hi Robin, italics? You mean the title? I always italicize my poem titles because I keep them in a long list in one computer file and then I can easily see where one stops and the other starts! This is an old post, but have some new FB friends who might read my blog so, although I don't feel as extreme as I did when I wrote this, it has me a little spooked on a certain subject... xo
No...all of the comments are italicized...it usually happens when someone links and doesn't close it off...xox
Pavanne...I love your poem...I know that feeling...xox
Hmm..I see no italics. But I can totally relate to the poem. I used to have nightmares--literally--that someone had my journals and was keeping them from me, taunting me with them. I guess it's not just me, huh?
I loved how you wrote this with the surprise poem at the end. Very enlightening I think..I'm glad you reposted..
I can relate, but if all writers felt that way, nothing would get written. R
This poem is magnificent. Art is so pure and true when one is brave enough to show their vulnerability. That some would use it against another is the saddest thing.
rated with love
"Heart of glass
Placed next to
A hammer"
That's excellent--and says "I feel fragile" better than the statement itself.
Too late to second it, so I'll third it: Your heart of glass, his hammer--a searing image.

Is there software that'll delete our too-personal onlinings at the ultimate crash?
Who can assemble
the rose window
of my naked soul
to create church art.