Category Archives: Form Poetry

Collection of poetry kept to both traditional and new age form poetry.

Transitions

It amazes me we have hit 2016! Welcome to the new year my friends, I am grateful to be enjoying the possibilities with you. It is my tradition to take time at the beginning of the year to examine my creative work and ensure I am positioned to maximize my energy and voice. In result today I am thrilled to announce my poetry blog The World Poetized, started in 2011, will now be consolidated into my site at www.careyroseoconnell.com.

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I am fortunate to have found versatility through my creative expression and this merger will allow for better delivery to all those that spend time with my worlds. Bringing my blog here also allows me to begin to share words and vision for other channels of my work. To honor my path of words to this moment I will be re-posting some of my favorites from The World Poetized here, each with a bit of the background behind the poem and its creation in a series titled The Poets Cut.

I am aware by letting go of my original blog I release 5 years of hard earned readers via WordPress and I want to take a moment to thank everyone that has taken time with my expression and hope you will continue to follow me here or on social media to keep our connection going. I also want to thank the people of WordPress.com for such a easy to use service. It was very helpful to have such an integrative tool as a newly sprouting poet in today’s digital medium.

Everything is flux, everything is impermanent and creativity commands change and so I bid the old adieu and welcome in the new, everly grateful for both.

Always in words
Carey Rose

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Feather Dancer

falling feathers landing at my soles, marking the prints of my soul, tying the plumed reminder strings, to patiently awaiting skeleton wings

in death I became a feather dancer, filling my wings with inherent answer, whirling them from ground to air, timing flight for path end tear

birds of a feather stuck to make a together,marking the winds with the signature glimpse, of the no name bird who calls every other her twin

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Channel

Drink of the channeled angel tears
through my long, hollow frame.

Blow into me the whispers of you
and I will play melody.

Will then you move in reverie
to the sound of your truth?

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Caging a Sunrise

there is no use caging a sunrise
metallic bars will not stop the timeline
hold it back and burn your eyes

stop in place and open your eyes
bathe in the first light of sunrise
be still to the carry of the timeline

remove the hour of the timeline
witness power in trine eyes
watch night fall on the sunrise

draw the timeline of sunrise with silhouette eyes

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Pilikia

the button held
like heart on sleeve
each press, a new name spelt

click, turn and leave
view-maskers slide
moment turns on release

finger and heart collide
premature skip
de-pressed the left besides

the pilikia of her ever want

edited clips
make up curved svelte
distracting pearl ellipse

endings withheld
the looped collide
frame by frame cut to shelves

refined applied
the last won’t leave
her button kept upright

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Ping

In                the           square        she            often          heard
the            sounds         of             held        thought          in
square        of           ricochet    stories           in              ping
she             held          stories         of           bundled      tones
often      thought          in         bundled      twists          over
heard          in              ping         tones           over          verity

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