Poppy Red

A quarter past hope: mostly poetry about love, loss and life..and the occasional painting.

[naomitatemaghen]

Good week, received poetry anthology with 2 of my poems in it, and passed 2000 followers! Thanks everyone!

[naomitatemaghen]

I'm very excited that my work is included in this Poetry Book, if you feel like reading a range of great, contemporary poets, this book is for you

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5 links to the kindle version (or you can just type the title below to your countries Amazon site!):

that moan like a saxophone

You don’t need kindle to download. They have a free app for your phone!

You can also easily buy the kindle version on the America Amazon link.

American - $1.00:

https://www.amazon.com/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1

Europe - £ 0.99:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/that-moan-like-saxophone-thompson-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1522268438&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=that+moan+like+a+saxophone

France - £ 0.99:

https://www.amazon.fr/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1

India - 64.00 rupees

https://www.amazon.in/that-moan-like-saxophone-English-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=la_B078LKHLPW_1_1_twi_kin_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1522216094&sr=1-1

Australia - $1.30

https://www.amazon.com.au/that-moan-like-saxophone-thompson-ebook/dp/B01NBP6JL3/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1522268268&sr=1-1&keywords=that+moan+like+a+saxophone

[naomitatemaghen]

I personally recommend this poetry book, John is an incredible poet and his book is one of my favourites

[naomitatemaghen]

Excerpt from "The Hilt" by Tim Siebels

[naomitatemaghen]

Monogmatics

i.

my fingertips reach for your face

a bud's first glimpse of sun

wan capillaries curl around roots

preferring the cold clarity of mud

to bloom is undeniable

honey drips from the hive

i tell myself the buzzing in my ears is just blood

rivering home

ii.

dressed in russets

like the trees

like an old wound

we pile on layers

a bone china tea set for two

wrapped piece by piece

in yesterday's news

iii.

drawing close as temperatures drop

a blanket tucked under twenty toes

the stationary ceiling fan watches

a padded question mark

pulsate gently on the hermetic bed

the bubbles by our heads

house white noise

iv.

weeds pop up between bedroom tiles

look me in the eyes as you disappear

they say you either move forward or back

but we've been treading sheets

for years

and we're both too jaded to change them

v.

love like beauty is in the eye of the behold i ponder

as we watch the sunset blush the bedroom walls

-Naomi Tate Maghen

The suffix 'matics' means 'willing to (perform)'

[naomitatemaghen]

Bonjour, madame! I hope you are well. I adore your poetry, first and foremost. I have seen people messaging you asking if you would review their work; I was wondering if I could do the same? I'm new to poetry and would love some feedback. Merci! ♥

Hi :) Sure, I'll be happy to - It's gone midnight here, so I'll take a look tomorrow

[naomitatemaghen]

I love the vivid imagery in your poetry. You certainly are able to create an atmosphere of quiet melancholy.

Thanks very much!

[writerscreed]

her scent

keeping these breaths inside me makes watching her glitter fly away that much more manageable. these words hide from her pores causing her to scale. I refuse to quench her thirst of syllables for if I let her drink me I too will evaporate into her tinge. these days tick slow, leaving me groggy, untouched & tamed. flowing past me like a midnight Mardi-Grass. The only way to stay with this girl is to throw beads around her neck. She won’t flash me though, as she knows all too well what things brings. It would cause a flight up to the stars & what goes up must come down & we have no chute. Loving her fragrance smelling the perfume dreched across her neck I am intoxicated. Shortly after I part ways as she keeps her stench, freedom begins its call. doormats stay clean because the fall only falls when I lose my heart the winter looms and summertime is to no-avail, seasons aren’t quite in order but that honestly doesn’t matter I just know the bitter cold when I feel it. she is leaving right infront of me, my head spins causing me to fall tomorrow arrives and this is where I learn that I wake up alone.

@words-from-yonder

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Review: Though, I love your use of descriptive lines and potent imagery, watch your spelling and punctuation as it will help this piece flow a little easier. Otherwise, lovely job. Keep on writing <3

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[naomitatemaghen]

Hi can you please check out my posts on my blog and send me your suggestions about it!!!!

I'd be happy to :)

[naomitatemaghen]

The gravity of unclasped fingers

our legs are conversing

tapping out morse

down the cobbled history

of one last attempt

at together

my fingers twitch

in the sleeve of air

where our ghost hands

once clasped

the reverie

of untarnished metal

a little star

seesawed an arc

to delineate

where two contours

were a merging

pointillism

loneliness measured

in an arms breadth

of walking

in the exact

same direction

-Naomi Tate Maghen

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[naomitatemaghen]

Boaz and Gordon

a picture of his house

in today's feed

his head , his body, lifeless

i scroll down

down

past the pervert

past the court of public opinion

past the disquiet- that i am possibly amongst them

past the young girls

the young girls , who knew him

who deserved to be heard

i rest on a man

spinning on ice - a genius

at his craft - a teacher

my teacher

and i can't stop seeing

that chicken, gordon

shitting from the podium

of his skull

-Naomi Tate Maghen

An article was written a few days ago about an art school teacher of mine, accusing him of having relationships with 16 year old girls. Yesterday, he committed suicide. Very distressing, in many ways...so I wrote a poem

[earthstory]

Sea ice swaying in waves, just off of Elephant Island, Antarctica

[naomitatemaghen]

A problem of semantics

IN love

can never be maintained

it isn't a location

as sure as you think

you've pinned

its coordinates

you notice

the water has cooled

and everything above sea-level

is starting to shiver

to shrink

to wrap tight

in a towelling robe

holding the seat down

with the weight of your scars

and you worry

the petals have fallen

from your eyes

glancing sideways

at the gravel

of your empty basin

IN love presupposes an eventual end

i'm choosing love with you

again

and again

and again

- Naomi Tate Maghen

[naomitatemaghen]

Community of cowardice

from the sidelines I'm the judge

of those that would have me

shackled and depleted

threats of red depths

I tally my own worth

and condescend at your surety

your community of cowardice

faith a crutch from true depth

and yes, I feel pity

for your lacklustre lives

your cleaved notion of piety

that stifles your delectation

in this one, single life

wasted on the lie of hereafter

-Naomi Tate Maghen

earlyworks

[naomitatemaghen]

Unstitching skins

call of sanguine drums

unstitching skins

burrow in

turtle case

permeate

each other

immortally

map lines are redrawn

-Naomi Tate Maghen

earlyworks

[naomitatemaghen]

I'm participating in the palm beach poetry festival and it's AMAZING! Absolutely top tier poets teaching here, I highly recommend it!