Blog of the Week~The Pensive One

I have a treat for you today, kids, a blog I have been meaning to feature for a very long time - The Pensive One. This poet is a bit of a mystery, as she prefers not to reveal her identity in blogdom. She writes beautifully, and is very talented. I know you will enjoy reading three of her most popular poems, ones that made me sit up and take notice. Enjoy!

Lions and Virgins

Lying in a well-lit cage

With the smell of rain on my mind.

It's a garden of cement

With these ghetto butterflies...

Just three creatures that live in disguise...

We fear the fall and the futures

But we're too curious to walk away

The lions and virgins are here  tonight

Intelligences sway in a windless blackness

And the glaring light

We do not drink, nor do we dance

Lest it be to the music of our souls

And our callings we have yet to know,

We drink our cups of life and try to keep them half full

So that the numb days are not too dull...

How black the ground is

And the proof lies under our bare feet, under our shoes

Sand, mud, dust and dirt...

How white our minds are

The proof in all the colours we absorb

Our minds are in the sky...

The very first careless moment

I learnt of flight

The twins decided to let this, be their plight...

The Pensive

This pensive poet did post some information about herself on her blog. She tells us, "I am a lexophile, and a lover of languages, I have a passion for it and therefore I turned to writing poetry. I express the depth of my thoughts there within. It helps me lose myself when the weight of the world becomes too heavy on my shoulders. I simply cannot live without writing, It's like the second most natural thing in the world that I do, other than to breathe." 

Her words do flow just that naturally! Here is another lovely example:

Momentary Redemption

We tread the desert so tediously

And when we find the water, we drink.

We're urgent enough to drink from anywhere,

We're urgent enough to risk the love of life...

Too cold for comfort -

She gives herself unto momentary doses of love

In order not to shatter

When these goings become tough...

There's always the anesthetic of the mind

And when we overdose

We might die inside...

In our sleep...

In the beauty of the worlds deepest and

farthest and

fewer between

Only then we shall be redeemed...

Like planets in the universe untouched by the sun

We were excluded

As the orbits complete themselves...

We were deluded by its warmth that never reached us.

Until we realise that the sun shines within us

We're the warmth for the broken ones...

She gives herself unto momentary pain

For strength but not for scars

For we become more than we are

When we've healed without the gain

Of markings that remind us

Of our once-broken selves...

She won't die inside...

In her sleep...

In the ghastly worlds deepest and

farthest and

fewer between

Or else she'll never be redeemed...

The Pensive

And one more very poignant poem:

All The Intricate Patterns of Love

Anticipation in a sparrow's soul

For winter to come so that they may go.

The South with its warm advancing glow

It's so alluring... And don't you know

I yearn for...

The snow that melts

All the intricate patterns away

And the rain that falls

For a few seconds of a light-refracting happy ending

Void of pretending...

I yearn as...

Darkness ebbs away

The buds are reaching toward the light

And soon they'll bloom to our sights,

Not a breeze allowing them to sway

This warmth makes it all all right.

I yearned finally...

The ice age has taken over

But you've made my heart remember warmth

And all the flowers have started to bloom

It ebbs away, this melancholy, violent and blue...

I yearn for you...

The Pensive

Thank you, pensive poet, for your beautiful poems, and for your loyalty to and participation in Poets United. We appreciate you!

Come back to see who we feature next, kids. Who knows? It could be you!