Monday, May 16, 2011

Annabelle Marie

Once it’s realized
that creativity
is the beginning 
of derangement
then the ideas can flow
from mouth
and finger
and pencil
to the edge of the despairing world
and back to the hand 
of it’s creator.


Does sense need to be seen
or heard
while nonsense drifts
through crushing rationality?
Must everything be
made and obtained 
to be tangible within 
your choking grasp?


Let ingenuity slip through
your freezing fingers,
give someone just a little bit
of unfrigid
breathing room.


Relax the tension 
and chill your way through 
the maze of Annabelle Marie:
The girl with a thousand faces
and a thousand ideas
much larger
and more complex
than anyone of us
can ever imagine
or understand.


-Haley

3 comments:

  1. I absolutely love this! Especially the first stanza and the title :) The only critique I have is that instead of saying "Annabelle Marie" in the poem, you could say "she" instead - which would sound cool, fit, and be less redundant, since her name is the title as well. It also sounds a bit more mysterious, which I think is the tone you were going for. But that's seriously the only thing I'd change - I love this poem! :)

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  2. Haley, first--you need to write a book on Annabelle Marie...she keeps popping up. Love "Let ingenuity slip through
    your freezing fingers,
    give someone just a little bit
    of unfrigid
    breathing room." you have captured creativity--

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  3. Just like you did to me, I nearly copied the whole thing because it's so good! It flows so nicely.
    Things I loved were : Does sense need to be seen
    or heard
    While nonsense drifts
    Through crushing rationality? Sounds like something from alice in wonderland.

    Just the way you personified everything was beautiful!

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