Poetry Corner with Ivy and Friends: Poet of the day Vikki Lee

GETTING TO KNOW THE POET

Tell us a little bit about yourself, Vikki.

Well, I am married with 3 boys and furbaby, Maltese. I also have a Granddog, German Shepard. My official profession is Registered Nurse. Although I have many passions alongside Nursing, my official passion is writing, painting, and photography. The Arts. I have no formal training in any. My education is medical based. 

What inspires you to write poetry?

That's easy. Life. People. Adversities. I draw not only from my own personal life experiences but also from others. I started writing and painting as a little girl to cope with the death of my Father. My older sisters bought me diaries, paints, and paper and really encouraged me to use the arts to cope with life. I have always been an overly emotional person and writing was a great way to channel what I was feeling, mostly anger. Later in life I was also inspired by love, unrequited, lost loves, crushes, breakups, romantic love, and fantasies. 

I probably stopped writing and painting when I was in High School for a long time while life happened. Too busy going to college, getting married having kids, etc. But when my Mom died in 2006 I started up again to help deal with the feelings I was having. When I was cleaning out her house after her death, I found notebooks of handwritten poems I had wrote as a young girl. It sparked some old memories, and feelings inside me and I haven't stopped writing since. Not a day goes by that I don't write something. It's like breathing. I need to do it, in order to survive. 

I feel like my style is a little different then many nowadays. My words and composition are not real sophisticated and often times they rhyme. I call it the rhyming sickness. Lol. They do categorize rhyming as a psychological disorder that is coupled with OCD. So of all the diseases I could have, I'll take this one. 

When people read your poetry, what is it that you would like or hope they understand about you through your words?

When people read my poetry, I would hope they feel a lot less alone. That is the main thing I would want people to take away from my work. "You are not alone." Not in your thoughts, not in your feelings. I would also like people to realize not everything I write is about me and my work is not a cry for help. Some of my poems are angry and tragic, but that doesn't mean I am or my life is. I just tend to write about honest feelings. I want to inspire people. I want to leave a legacy for my children, grandchildren, and so on. I want to help people learn to cope with life's adversities through the arts. There are alternatives to helping yourself deal besides alcohol, or drugs, etc. I just want to help. 

POETRY BY VIKKI LEE

Poem #1

You found me drifting, in the deepest part of the sea. 

I was floating there, completely unaware, 

that you were watching me. 

You were mesmerized. 

You were intrigued. 

You saw the lust there in my eyes. 

But there was parts of me, 

I just could not disguise. 

Like a tail in place of legs, and these wings, 

where fins should be. 

You were looking me, ever so curiously. 

That's when I noticed you too. 

I was scared, and wasn't sure what I should do. 

I swam away so fast. 

Your net you did cast. 

But I quickly got away, 

and I was safe from you at last. 

Now you come back to this spot in the ocean, 

every single day. 

Listening. 

Looking in the water, watching me play. 

You shine your search light, 

from morning "til night. 

Hoping for one more chance, just to get a glance. 

A closer look at me. 

I am a freak. 

I can only hope you won't look at me, so differently. 

You see, I come back to this spot too, just to look at you. 

My weary sailor, every day, and every night

I watch for you to cast your light.

(c) Vikki Lee

Poem #2

We have only just met, figuratively speaking. 

I have never laid eyes on your face, or your physique. 

Nor have I ever beared witness to your mannerisms.
I know nothing of your physical being, or existence.
For all I know, you are a Demon, or Devil,
sent to collect payment for my past indiscretions.
And yet, you have put your hands upon me mentally.
You have touched my mind with your expression of written language.
We have engaged only in a few composed conversations.
And somehow, you have subsequently rented space in my mind.
It's as though you may have lived here all the time.
Are you my conscience?
All night I thought about what you said, you desire to know me,
opening up, and honesty.
You may not like what you hear.
You may not like what you see.
I am far from perfect.
I have so much at stake, and I have made plenty a mistake.
I shall make plenty more.
In this time and space, you honor me in this place.
High upon a pedestal, like a prize possession,
the Angel you so desperately want me to be.
I may not be the person you think I am.
I may not actually be the girl you adore.
I am patiently waiting for your discovery.
I am waiting to fall from this pedestal,
straight to the floor.
I worry of ulterior motives, you cam into my life so abruptly.
Maybe you're the Angel, sent to rescue me.
I want to trust you with my story.
I want to have someone, in which to confide.
But when I get close to that, I always run to hide.
This wall I've put up, has been built with wounded pride.
Only the right person can get behind now.
Only the right person can get inside.
I lent out my trust like a borrowed book,
only to have it never returned.
The penalties are steep.
I speak with apprehension, when I speak of my secret
cravings, for passion, love and attention.
I reluctantly mention, I fall in love too easily,
with those I am not suppose to be.
Never to be fully returned to me.
Still I chase it, like a forbidden delicacy.
Even though it has crossed my lips, all to frequently.
Tell me now, after hearing all this,
do you still desire to know me, so intimately?

Vikki Lee (c) 2018  

Poem #3

Bordering on dawn,
and the shades are still drawn,
shutting out the morning light.
It is nearly day, but feels like night.
And much too my delight,
the end of this dream,
is nowhere in sight.
I would stay in this bed all day,
if I could spend my time,
dreaming my life away.
Imagining getting close to you,
is all I want to do.
Please don't wake me,
simply take me,
back to your dreams too.
(c)Vikki Lee 2018

THE POETS FAVORITE POEM

Poet Vikki Lee was asked to share one of her favorite poems and this is what she shared.

I couldn't possibly pick just one favorite poem from another poet because I like so many. That's too hard. It would define me. But I tell you Shel Silverstein is the first Poet I was introduced to as a child. I love everything he has ever written, and I still do to this day. Where the sidewalk ends is one of my favorite books. And of course I like classic Poets like Poe and Frost as well. But I couldn't pick just one poem. I tried. Lol. 

THANK YOU! 

I would like to Thank Poet Vikki Lee allowing us into her world of poetry. Your poetry speaks on its own and will touch the hearts of many. May you continue to change and help those out there in need by writing your words down. What a great pleasure it was to share your. 

If you enjoyed reading Vikki's poetry and can't seem to get enough, follow all the links below and you'll be introduced to so much more. 

*A note from Poet Vikki Lee
You can normally find my poetry on my website but I am updating the page. You can find me on IG at Heartvikkilee. Facebook is here I post and spend a majority of my time. It's just easiest. 

Vikki Lee is also a published Poet. Her three poetry books are currently available on Amazon. 

Heart of Vikki Lee 
My Poetic Emancipation 
Drive by Shooting
Poetess
The Windows To My Eyes Are Wide Open

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