autodidact, I am
beginning to imitate the
cacophony of life without
direction.
each naked moment
fragile and fleeting
gestates behind my eyes
haunted and helpless may I heal.
/
immemorial statues
jailed by time and
kaleidoscopic in their kindness
lichen sprouting from their
marble flesh to
nurse my cosmic worry.
offer me beauty in the unknown
pulse.
/
querent, I am
reflective to a fault and
stuck in motion, orbiting
today and tomorrow with
unsettled inspiration as
Venus embodies flighty charm
watchful for the next spark of
xanthic light, suspended
/
yearning, my eyes lift to
zenith, at last.
/
Publication credit: 'Autodidact' first appeared in Bitter Melon Review Issue 1
About the Creator
Erin Shea
New Englander
Grad Student
Living with Lupus and POTS
Instagram: @somebookishrambles
On Winning and Losing
Recently, the pleasant surprise of placement on the Vocal Bonus Leaderboard sent me down a rabbit hole. Now, rabbit holes are a pretty common place for me to spend time, but I don't always feel the call to write about them. To be honest, the thought of sharing some of them mortifies me.
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Writers
Comments (4)
And what do you see with autodidactic eyes now lifted, my friend?
Being an autodidact myself, i feel the vibrations of this poem, the need to do it yourself can be a challenge in itself.
Beautiful reflections.
Very beautifully written - another poem in this challenge that didn't feel like ABC because it flowed so well.