Collection Call (by Rebecca Chasteen) Tuesday, Feb 9 2010

related poem:

http://rlbchasteenpoetry.wordpress.com/2009/05/26/collection-calls-by-rebecca-chasteen/

(the girl in the photo is my awesome sister in law, Amanda)

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Regret (by Rebecca Chasteen) Monday, Feb 8 2010

related poem:

http://rlbchasteenpoetry.wordpress.com/2010/01/04/i-am-not-by-rebecca-chasteen/

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Here’s to (by Rebecca Chasteen) Monday, Feb 8 2010

related poem:

http://rlbchasteenpoetry.wordpress.com/2009/05/26/heres-to-the-rest-by-rebecca-chasteen/

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The Forfeit (by Rebecca Chasteen) Monday, Feb 8 2010

link to the original poem:

http://rlbchasteenpoetry.wordpress.com/2008/12/03/forfeit/

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Move Along (by Rebecca Chasteen) Sunday, Feb 7 2010

I’m excited about trying out visual poetry. I feel like this opens a whole new avenue of expression for me. I can’t wait to see where this goes.

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We’re All (by Rebecca Chasteen) Sunday, Feb 7 2010

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They Come Through (by Rebecca Chasteen) Sunday, Feb 7 2010

I’ve started playing around with visual poetry, this is one of the first ones. I know it’s only one line, but it’s meaningful to me; remembering that children come through us, but they are not ours. And, I love this photo of my daughter.

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Third World (by Rebecca Chasteen) Wednesday, Jan 20 2010

I am so hungry
for your fingerprints on my skin
I’m grasping everything I can
to distract
to defray
the ache

I just can’t get anything
to quell this biting,
pulling
persistence

There aren’t even substitutions,
it’s useless.

This
is making me
crazy,
I hate waiting
so long for something
so vibrant and moving

because I lose it
when it finally falls on me,
I forget
I’m free

I’m so hurt
feeling so full
and knowing,
knowing
how soon I’ll be starving again

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Recording – How the light at the end of the day Tuesday, Jan 12 2010

So,  I finally recorded myself speaking my poetry. It was not as scary as I thought, as I am not AT ALL confident in doing this. Even in a room alone. Well, after a few hundred re-takes, I guess the nervousness wore off…I’m not completely sure how I feel about this yet, but I think I like it. I think I’ll do it again…

Also, I recorded 2 other poems tonight as well. If I don’t wake up in the morning and delete them all, then I will post them here.

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This (by Rebecca Chasteen) Monday, Jan 11 2010

Sometimes, it’s enough
that you walk the earth as well-
that we both inhabit this place,
that we breathe and sleep
and live and eat…

that even if you disappeared,
you had been here
and that would be enough.

Sometimes
something in me
pulls at your existence
aching for an overlap,
not satisfied
just knowing you’re somewhere, doing something-

and instead, craving that solid skin on skin truth,
that word to word treble two people create
when they are close enough in the same space

Sometimes
it’s
enough to keep me moving;
believing in how beautiful it is
to share the world
from all the places we are

and I start to think I carry you enough within me
that I can do this forever,
that you could never again appear before me,
never again break soundwaves over my silence,
never again lift the pretty little quilt I’ve placed over my body
and dive in…

and I wouldn’t know the difference-
like I think holding you right in my center is enough,
I can glide on that
I can…

And then
the simplest movement catches my heart, my ear
a cutting glimpse, a music that
reminds me
how I settle and soar, simultaneous
when we are

and I question if I’d ever really be alive without that
really alive
If I would ever really know my fullness
If I…

I
gather all this up
and step again back in to
this single, present, moment
as this very thing
is really all that matters

and I’ll have to leave the rest

to the rest

I’ll have to accept,
and take what I can
and
love the unknown

knowing
if all the cards were shown,
I’d choose this anyways;
this is what I need to believe.

And no matter how this began-

whisper, murmur, rumbling,

passing glance…

misunderstanding, misstep…?

I don’t buy chance.

This is what I’ve decided on seeing through.

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