time elusive - a great circle
with arms, invented by us
i guess so we could get farming right?
then we decided to save daylight and time
and really confuse ourselves
now I wonder
where does time go?
Monday, May 30, 2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
a good-bye poem
she has not fully woken up this morning
nor does she on most
her brain thrives on mis-matched socks,
ripped sheets, and a three o'clock wake up
she will make her fuzzy way through this day
and the next
remembering sleep,
a once cherished ally that has now fallen
into an infinite sea of mother hood
where it should truly be forgotten
nor does she on most
her brain thrives on mis-matched socks,
ripped sheets, and a three o'clock wake up
she will make her fuzzy way through this day
and the next
remembering sleep,
a once cherished ally that has now fallen
into an infinite sea of mother hood
where it should truly be forgotten
Thursday, May 26, 2016
mutterings of a quiet girl
keep things in order
neatly stack the plates so
that they don't fly
off the shelves
and crack
the cabinet door is
stuck and so instead
of a forceful grasp
i gently convince it
with a light touch
to open,
as if it were a
bouncer I flirt with
so that I can get in
neatly stack the plates so
that they don't fly
off the shelves
and crack
the cabinet door is
stuck and so instead
of a forceful grasp
i gently convince it
with a light touch
to open,
as if it were a
bouncer I flirt with
so that I can get in
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
rain (tanka)
the drizzle drains off
a light coat of sidewalk grime
the tear at the end
of her eyelid slips in a
puddle, becomes a rainbow
a light coat of sidewalk grime
the tear at the end
of her eyelid slips in a
puddle, becomes a rainbow
2 haiku
she is a lighthouse
the storm below her passes
her eyes are the sun
if she is too bright
avert your eyes and allow
her to help you see
the storm below her passes
her eyes are the sun
if she is too bright
avert your eyes and allow
her to help you see
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
earth traveler
I am a traveler in a rocket ship
sometimes i escape to the sky
or propel myself into a deep cavern
as I tunnel through the dark, dank ground
i do not think of light, or or tomorrow-
only where will I end up once I am too
tired to keep digging
and then I remember I have a rocket ship
sometimes i escape to the sky
or propel myself into a deep cavern
as I tunnel through the dark, dank ground
i do not think of light, or or tomorrow-
only where will I end up once I am too
tired to keep digging
and then I remember I have a rocket ship
Monday, May 16, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
my reader
in me there
are unsaid words
linked together
that are
poetry
to one person
that somewhere exists
and waits
to hear what will come next
I hope it is you
are unsaid words
linked together
that are
poetry
to one person
that somewhere exists
and waits
to hear what will come next
I hope it is you
another poem about stars
a dream is a star
that waits in the sky
for you to reach up,
and carry it down
where it too
may live
alongside you
and become real
that waits in the sky
for you to reach up,
and carry it down
where it too
may live
alongside you
and become real
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Saturday, May 7, 2016
?
i have not the words
to speak, stuck
and speechless as I
ponder what you said
there is never a good reason
to speak in drunken tongues
illogical arguments stained
by vodka's dispostion
changeable like a billboard
you decide to advertise
yourself as practical, caring even
but when torn down,
all that's left is the metal
shell of a damaged soul
irrevocably broken, a sinister
cracked version of what could
have been a real man
to speak, stuck
and speechless as I
ponder what you said
there is never a good reason
to speak in drunken tongues
illogical arguments stained
by vodka's dispostion
changeable like a billboard
you decide to advertise
yourself as practical, caring even
but when torn down,
all that's left is the metal
shell of a damaged soul
irrevocably broken, a sinister
cracked version of what could
have been a real man
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Poem for the Paradox Poet
Oscar Wilde wrote, "I can resist anything but temptation."
i am tempted to restrain myself
and tempted to dive in
to this luscious life
i swim on dry land, and do not expect
to be bitten, but I need the bite to remind me
I am alive, I am mortal
except sometimes I am invincible
like on those days that I wake up
and the coffee has already been made
perfectly
the traffic is clear, I arrive early
the computers do not work
and so work is closed and
we're all like, "snow day!"
on those days I forget destiny,
and become life
i am cake
i woke up
this morning
with a glow
because I see beauty
in the star-shaped cracks
in the sidewalk
sunglasses that float
through the clouds
the damaged beauty
of the girl that has recovered
finally
from adolescence
has renounced adulthood
in favor of the child inside
that knows that each second
is something to savor,
a quiet bite of warm cake
that becomes more delicious
when broken into tiny
bites that melt into each other
this morning
with a glow
because I see beauty
in the star-shaped cracks
in the sidewalk
sunglasses that float
through the clouds
the damaged beauty
of the girl that has recovered
finally
from adolescence
has renounced adulthood
in favor of the child inside
that knows that each second
is something to savor,
a quiet bite of warm cake
that becomes more delicious
when broken into tiny
bites that melt into each other
Monday, May 2, 2016
earth's prayer
i revolve around
my heart
like a sun
i keep you warm
let you shine
help you grow
along... and up
and we both dance
atop a cumulus cloud
wondering at
what is
down
up
grateful for what is
i worship, her
the sun, and she
carries my
torch - the bursting
flame that makes
each day an
eternal moment
my heart
like a sun
i keep you warm
let you shine
help you grow
along... and up
and we both dance
atop a cumulus cloud
wondering at
what is
down
up
grateful for what is
i worship, her
the sun, and she
carries my
torch - the bursting
flame that makes
each day an
eternal moment
Sunday, May 1, 2016
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