Sunday, January 31, 2010

Poem: pink is not

pink is not my color
i am not a warrior wrapped
in baby-girl shades

draped in softness
i am a grown woman

facing terror
running into it head on
like walking on hot coals

red flames dancing at my feet
or deeply holding my ground
while steel blue waves

toss my body
thrashing it upon the shore
but pink is not my color
it is just a tag
a faded label

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

POEM: innocence lost

once your body has betrayed you
it is impossible to forget
you can forgive
like a lover that strayed
now seeking absolution
my body has been punished enough
for its sin
but I will always remember
the feel of it
something out of place
not right
and will instinctively go
to that place
whenever a vague symptom
a trust once broken so deeply
cannot be regained
and I weep for my innocence lost
and the freedom it took with it

Monday, January 4, 2010

POEM: yesterday

Wasn't it just yesterday
I sat moody
sprawled on my bedroom floor
draped over my guitar
scratching away on pages
laid before me
like a banquet
feasting upon the youth
of my own song?

POEM: creation vs. destruction

to utterly destroy
is to make way for creation
both locked in an endless dance
a tumbling struggle
one defies the other
defines the other
each contains the other's seed
and lays a tangled journey
in front of me

POEM: thru this pen

There is no real comfort
for me now
no haven for my body
to find peace
to retreat into
no deep rest
from this wearying plague
any escape left to me
flows only thru this pen

POEM: vanity

This is real
not a movie
some late night tear-jerker
where the heroine
shaves her head
I am not brave
nor resolute
not willing to let go
I am vain
watching helplessly
as my crowning glory
strand by strand
hope against hope
that somehow
my grandmother's roots
the same ones that kept the gray
from tainting my locks
beyond the pale of youth
hoping those tough familial roots
would spare me this indignity
this insult upon too many others
but roots only go so deep
and hair is as mortal
as vanity