—Poems by a.a.giannone, Cameron Park, CA
—Anonymous Photos
—Anonymous Photos
COMPLICATED
I have a habit of getting myself
in precarious situations,
in dangerous places.
I know my place, under the dealer’s arm.
But I’ve got strings in my heart
getting tugged a separate way.
I wonder how long
before I’m caught
between his rocks
and a dangerous place.
DAMAGED GOODS
You rung me out,
twisted until every drop of me
dried out.
I changed, just a shriveled shell
remains.
Uptight, and shifty,
anxious, overwhelmed,
and when you leave,
you’ll leave me
unable to be loved
again.
FORGE
B e a u t i f u l N a m e
was the first letters spelled out to me,
and I didn’t have the heart to lie
about my transgression.
I wonder, if he’d have noticed me
had my name not been incorrectly
transcribed.
Ironically, the name he displayed
was also not his to claim.
And so, we were founded
on a lie.
But sometimes,
beauty grows
from dark places.
After all, as he quoted
Shakespeare, “what is in a name”
anyways?
PLAGIARIZED
I know the crime we’ve committed
in our innuendos,
and our blatant theft
of masterpieces
before us.
But we are old souls
tied together in modern day.
In a unique way
didn’t they write those lines
for us to live in them forever?
We dance on the line
of an old-fashioned love
in modern day times,
so isn’t it right
that our rhymes
share the same lines
as the masters of poets
before us?
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Today’s LittleNip:
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
—Charles Baudelaire
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Our thanks to Ariel (beautiful name!) for her poems today, and welcome to the Kitchen! a.a.giannone is a Poet, a professional, and above all a mother. She was born and raised in Northern California, and has spent her entire life living and appreciating the beautiful El Dorado County. She writes, “My entire identity is just my kids ages 9, 4, and 3, and work. I’ve been writing since I was a teen, professionally as a freelance writer, but always supported myself in various office positions: office manager, accountant, and currently, sales. Right now I live in Cameron Park, but I’ve lived in Placerville and Pollock Pines as well."
Again, Ariel, welcome to the Kitchen table, and don’t be a stranger!
—Medusa, celebrating new friends in poetry
“Poetry with arms and legs”
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