Virginia stark

  • Virginia stark commented on the post, A Little Thing 7 months ago

    I feel like it is, I wrote a poem for a year every day for two years in addition to doing poetry marathons and writing additional poems. Every word that dripped from my brain was poetry, I couldn’t stop! Poems are everywhere, life is poetry, it does seem like a ‘little’ thing, but it speaks volumes and sometimes those words are just the words…[Read more]

  • Thank you, it was very late and I found the mingling of metaphors to work well ๐Ÿ™‚ I think I’ll leave it like that. I’m very glad you enjoyed it!

  • A Certain Blue
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    It all started with the Empress Napoleon
    She wore a dress of a particular hue
    Of a very particular blue
    And it made a splash
    No one remembers the dress
    But if […]

    • This is so incredibly true! I love how you painted the picture.

    • Virginia,
      The way you created imagery throughout your poem kept my attention and I wanted more! Just like a continuing saga of a sitcom or reality show, I got locked in fairly quickly.

      Seventh Solstise

  • Cross Your Arms, Kiss Your Elbows
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    If you don’t give it a name
    It never belongs to you
    And you never belong to it
    It’s a sort of magic
    That makes you feel safe
    As safe as […]

    • How can this be so sad and so whimsical at the same time? Very lovely, Virginia.

    • Thank you, it was very late and I found the mingling of metaphors to work well ๐Ÿ™‚ I think I’ll leave it like that. I’m very glad you enjoyed it!

  • Land of Haven and Fated Death
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Spades played on spades
    Dominoes crash
    On the square by the sea
    Where white means death
    Beauty is a tomb
    And creation is a cruel fate
    They […]

    • I love how this starts slowly speeds up, and then slows at the end. Breathtaking.

    • This poem resonates with a hunting beauty. The structure in particular is like a house of cards, both powerful in it’s presence and fragile in it’s design. The rich imagery in particular, paired with the pacing make this poem very readable and also highly emotive.

      “Heavy lights hang overhead
      From spiderโ€™s webs
      That tremble at her song”

      This in particular is a wonderfully crafted image and I can both see and feel the vibrations, as though I were the spider upon the web.

  • Intermezzo
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Intertwined
    In luminous black and white
    They were determined to create a legend
    Appropriate a myth
    Anything is fair in love and war
    Or so those who do such things […]

    • “Why must there ever be a war
      To interrupt the piece we play?” I agree with that question.

  • A Little Thing
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    It was only a little thing
    To put fingers to keyboard
    Pen to paper
    Such a little thing
    To say the things in my head
    I never thought they’d mean
    So much
    To […]

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    • Is it such a little thing, when we poets do our thing?

      Love this!!

    • I feel like it is, I wrote a poem for a year every day for two years in addition to doing poetry marathons and writing additional poems. Every word that dripped from my brain was poetry, I couldn’t stop! Poems are everywhere, life is poetry, it does seem like a ‘little’ thing, but it speaks volumes and sometimes those words are just the words people need to hear at the right time, and then they are a huge thing.

    • Sometimes little things have big impact. Words in particular have a power to create huge impact. That sense of reading the words you needed to hear, seeing in writing something you couldn’t even express to yourself, that moment is perfectly captured with the lines,

      “You wrote the words,
      I needed to hear”

      It is in these moments that I feel more connected to the people around me, even if we have never met.

  • Tropical Megacity
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Twin Spires pierce the sky
    Of the tropical land
    Where fountains spring
    And the air is filled
    With food from dozens of lands
    It is a city of green
    Birds […]

  • The Moon has a Scent
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Night blossoming
    Moon flower
    Palest ivory
    Lemon ice
    Scented jasmine
    The smell of water
    The heat of the night
    Secret oasis
    Bring me here again
    In […]

  • Too Brief
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    In the winter the days go by too quick
    And you miss the sun
    In the summer the night’s are too brief
    And you miss the dark
    The moon becomes a pale faced stranger […]

    • I love this poem, how it makes me feel the loss of light, the loss of dark, the enjoyable pain of cold on the human body. Well done!

  • Northern Solstice
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Crisply glistening under the starlight
    Although it was solstice
    Skin was white as apple flesh
    Naked after shedding her night colored cloak
    She shivered under […]

  • Crazy Little They
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    I wrote a little poem
    about a girl beyond the pale
    they all thought it was about them
    it was like the song
    being ‘so vain’
    they all thought this poem
    was […]

  • Lame Ducks
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    It isn’t asking very much
    context is everything
    and yet…
    it sounds like a lot of fun to me
    learning is fun and so playing
    but I guess
    it’s a bit of goatish […]

  • Virginia stark wrote a new post, Gaokao 7 months ago

    GaoKao
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    If there was a battle cry
    And all the years were packed
    Into an afternoon
    Of luck and hard work
    The future determined
    By what that day might bring
    I don’t know […]

  • Those Choices
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Beautiful
    Ascended
    A thousand times I died
    Promising to return
    I saw no reason not
    To keep away from the other side
    Because
    It seemed like giving up
    And I […]

  • Virginia stark commented on the post, After 7 months ago

    I interpreted this into my own take, as people always will with poetry, and I took it to mean that after someone moves on to the next plain, things are so much clearer and it’s easier to forgive.
    I’ve lost a lot of people in the past few years, including my grandmother during the 2017 marathon and it was like closing a book. I like how you put…[Read more]

  • I’m LOVING the rhythm in this one, I had a chance to peek at a few of your other poems and enjoyed the cadences in them as well but absolutely had to take a minute from my own poem writing to comment on this one. Great word use, compelling, I feel things from your perspective and (pardon the hippie word usage) but I’m totally grooving to it!

  • Virginia stark commented on the post, Click 7 months ago

    I love the truth in this poem, particularly the use of the line, ‘carved in your breastbone’.

  • I love the imagery in this one! Great job on capturing the actual nature of fog and mist! Love it <3

  • White Chocolate Lover
    Virginia Carraway Stark

    Gently he melts against my tongue
    Orchid taste gently darkening his ivory to cream
    Vanilla the only thing marring the perfection
    Differentiating
    The […]

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