Because…

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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21 Responses

  1. qwietpleez says:

    Kind of haunting, really. Sad and beautiful . . .

  2. Cindy says:

    Beautiful, Milady Athos! πŸ™‚

  3. lrconsiderer says:

    I never heard this song before (the snow patrol one) so you know I had to go and look it up. I’m listening to it now. I worried for a moment cos I thought you wrote this for YOU and I panicked…

    But:

    Most of what I remember makes me happy I *didn’t* stop him walking out the door. In the oddest way, this has been a very healing breakup, and I hope we won’t lose each other from our lives…we were just no good as married, and…it was a relief. And last night when he came round and was helping out, we were talking and laughing and joking, and it seems like there might be a really straightforward way to divorce and it be final and nice and neat and done…because FINALLY we’re on the same team…we’re just working together to split us.

    *sigh*

    Life…

    it’s hollow, but a good kind of hollow. The kind of hollow where the empty boxes and regrets stacked in corners are for what should have been, not what was.

    • Jesi says:

      No, I know what you mean. I was just going off of something you said yesterday about empty rooms. It stayed with me. Then the song came on today and I *had* to watch the video for it and the bare hangers on the wall struck a note and both of us being a bit on the sad side…well…the poem was just waiting to be written. And you’re on my mind a lot. ~hugs~

  4. The poem snowballed, did it? After listening to Snow Patrol?

    So, two years ago, Penny and I went to Montreal to see a band you’ve probably never heard of…. stop me if you’ve heard this one before… but anyhow, there’s a song (from that very album we went to go watch be performed) that’s called The Hollow Man. It is a reference to a part of T.S. Eliot’s The Wastelands.

    I think I have become one of the hollow men
    As I shine on the outside more these days
    I can feel the outside feeding on my inside
    Leaves a growing darkness in it’s place

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