POEM: tinnitus

silence i miss you

your beauty unnoticed

until you went away

i will never win you back

it's over for good now

i should have appreciated you

but i didn't know

you would have a reason to leave me

forever

breaking my heart

shattering it loudly

so loudly

endless echoing sorrow

till i hear no more

POEM: Separation

mountain ridge

brutal slash across the horizon

gaping wound

separating earth and sky

how could you?

POEM: Hungry Muse

Feed the Muse

give Her books

poetry and art

movies and shows

even websites and blogs

to devour

to distract

a filling detour

She will be hungry for Them

an immense appetite

unquenchable thirst

elixir

to prime the Pump

and churn out Work

the reward

satiation

brief

it's feeding time again all too soon

an empty plate

equals an empty page

POEM: to know better

To accept responsibility
is to accept your pain
that place you acted out of
because you didn’t know any better

Now you don’t want to know any better
even tho it’s in front of you
confronting you

Because to know better
would mean you have to do better
and to do better would be to know
to admit
to own
that you should have done better
done things differently
would have done things differently
if they’d been different for you
better for you

But they weren’t
better
or different
and that hurts
to know

doesn't it?

POEM: Tidbits

I like small poems

seemingly harmless

they are tasty soundbites

torn off in small portions

nibbling

at thoughts and realizations

little by little

barely noticed

until there's nothing left

devoured

bones revealed

no scraps

no leftovers

only crumbs remain

POEM: Black Gold

My mother leaves my coffee can open

morning is stale, flat, weak

She uses the last slice of bread

noon is empty, unfullfilled, hungry

My mother put rotten food back in my refrigerator

my evening is disturbed

Why?

She says she didn't know where I wanted to put it

thought I had a special place

for things spoiled

I do

my childhood memories make handy containers

my dreams compost the scraps

slumbering, steaming, changing

awake I sift through the clumps

and enrich my writing with the best

of the worst

POEM: Alice in Writer-land

Poetry is easy

just follow the rabbit

and trust that the hole

leads somewhere

Fiction is hard

you have to convince

someone that there was a rabbit

and describe the hole

without revealing too much all at once

letting the reader follow you instead

and discover Wonderland for themselves