Friday, March 27, 2009

POEM: Daughter


I don't know who she is
everything seems affected
floating on the surface
just for play
nothing deep, no connection, no intimacy
her joyfulness infantile
she doesn't see me
and I try desperately to find her
or see myself there
behind those same eyes

POEM: I am


I am

words, thoughts, stories
what is right, what is wrong
embracing arms, stroking hands
flowing milk, tender lips
harsh voice, singing voice, silly voice
tears, shallow breath, unquiet mind
loose thoughts, dark places, wild
siren-song, high-pitched,wailing
regret, love, blocked, obstacle
dreams, hopes, fears, sorrow
lies, truth, painful, free

me

more

now

POEM: Shelf Life



Poetry doesn't keep
you can't put it on hold


that first thought
word
image
can't be put aside
it must be written down quickly
lest it fly away

The trail must be followed
leading you to the end
or you will get hopelessly lost
and never find your way again

Poetry is a dish best served hot
it goes bad quickly
one millisecond past the expiration date
and it is spoiled
rotten
barely resembling it's original form
inedible

POEM: Uprooted


I sat in that chair today
the one I spent years in, thinking
waiting, dying, wishing

It didn’t feel the same.

The view has changed only a little
one tree gone from a storm
uprooted
laying on its side, dead,
across the dry gully
an unnecessary bridge

But otherwise, things look the same.

Time escaped me there,
sitting in that chair
or did I escape from it?

Did time and I become stuck
locked, stalled, immovable
neither one of us willing to budge
to get up out of that chair
if only to change our view

It was changed for us instead
nearly uprooted by a surprise storm
I managed to hang on
but the chair was changed forever
Time just kept on going, it didn’t look back

Miscellaneous


When people talk about forgiveness I think that they sometimes mean recognizing the humanity in another who has not shown any.

POEM: Morning Pages


Straight from sleep

my thoughts are deep

they will not keep

from my pen, they seep

Miscellaneous


People in the rearview mirror of life

may appear closer than they actually were