promises I've made
in dark and deserted halls
have lost their safety
yet ties bind me here secure
my soul cursed by devotion
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Biting My Tongue
choking down the acid
words i wish to say, like
poison eating its way
out, the droplets curling
on my tongue, banging at
my plastered smile, raisin-
berry much too worn down
words i wish to say, like
poison eating its way
out, the droplets curling
on my tongue, banging at
my plastered smile, raisin-
berry much too worn down
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Friday, February 26, 2010
I Didn't Find Him
the sky was still light when I left
only just beginning to wash pink
warm glow against the hard marble
I didn't find him
silly to think I could just wander
clinging to a vague memory
visitation of my youth
ascending in the back seat
sister silent beside me
we stopped near a bench, I think
not certain anymore
I didn't find him
Mom alone at first
two girls staring at her bent figure
from behind rain sprinkled windows
then all of us
looking at/to/through the name
slab nearly level with the ground
that's part of why
I didn't find him
and it was so cold
searching with snow fencing the plots
brilliant white fading as the sun
the wind became foreboding so
I didn't find him
and I drove home
sunset chasing me like a vague memory
of Dr. Tippett's grave
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Thursday, February 25, 2010
Cross-stitching one night...
slipped with the needle positioning for the stitch
I pushed in too far
leaving a growing dot
red against porcelain cream
of no real consequence
just another mark this body carries
telling its story without words
right shoulder
single chicken pox scar
reminder to practice patience
left thumb
indent on the flesh
reminder to always cut away
right ankle
once broken, now weak
reminder to leap deliberately
left arm
parallel lines
reminder to choose my surroundings
every scar
physical manifestations like nature's little notes
writing her story in me
informs not just the history
but directs the future
I pushed in too far
leaving a growing dot
red against porcelain cream
of no real consequence
just another mark this body carries
telling its story without words
right shoulder
single chicken pox scar
reminder to practice patience
left thumb
indent on the flesh
reminder to always cut away
right ankle
once broken, now weak
reminder to leap deliberately
left arm
parallel lines
reminder to choose my surroundings
every scar
physical manifestations like nature's little notes
writing her story in me
informs not just the history
but directs the future
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Day's End
after the joyous racket of my car stereo
my apartment seems deafeningly still
there is only the dull pulsing bass of a neighbor
and the swish of my pants
as I walk from room to room
arms filling and emptying
returning each object to its rightful home
pushing aside bits of paper
I strip off the jewelry of the day
sparkling against inlaid cherrywood
my simple coif that framed this morning
has been blown to pieces by the winter gales
and I haphazardly secure with a band
a wayward lock seeking out my cheekbone
slipping cool cotton against my sore muscles
I fall into the mold of my pillowtop
embraced by downy warmth
glasses set gently beside extinguished lamp
the blurry shadows descend
and tracking sleep eventually pounces
my apartment seems deafeningly still
there is only the dull pulsing bass of a neighbor
and the swish of my pants
as I walk from room to room
arms filling and emptying
returning each object to its rightful home
pushing aside bits of paper
I strip off the jewelry of the day
sparkling against inlaid cherrywood
my simple coif that framed this morning
has been blown to pieces by the winter gales
and I haphazardly secure with a band
a wayward lock seeking out my cheekbone
slipping cool cotton against my sore muscles
I fall into the mold of my pillowtop
embraced by downy warmth
glasses set gently beside extinguished lamp
the blurry shadows descend
and tracking sleep eventually pounces
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Red-headed Witness
through auburn curtains
with wide and perceptive eyes
looked upon the world
from rising in the morning
to riotous setting sun
with wide and perceptive eyes
looked upon the world
from rising in the morning
to riotous setting sun
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Monday, February 22, 2010
Be Binary
tugging the hem of my shirt
I tried to remember when
life was simple
except that time never existed
it was easier once
no doubt
fewer questions
more options
or possibly reversed
not simple though
always with complications
repercussions traveling like ripples in a pond
yet even now it boils down
everything a yes or no
do or don't
maybe life is simple
today
I tried to remember when
life was simple
except that time never existed
it was easier once
no doubt
fewer questions
more options
or possibly reversed
not simple though
always with complications
repercussions traveling like ripples in a pond
yet even now it boils down
everything a yes or no
do or don't
maybe life is simple
today
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sparring Partners
they were easy
two magnets drawn together
their banter pulled me in
lightning and vaguely aggressive
it should have singed
instead it warmed and crackled
like a hearth fire
and I understood how that could mean home
the repartee its solid walls
smiles, a door
to invite others to toast by the flames
two magnets drawn together
their banter pulled me in
lightning and vaguely aggressive
it should have singed
instead it warmed and crackled
like a hearth fire
and I understood how that could mean home
the repartee its solid walls
smiles, a door
to invite others to toast by the flames
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
Evading the It
awoke with a jerk
flooded in adrenalin
tidal wave across my heart
bedside lamp came on
with fumbling
grasping
fingers still clumsy from sleep
as the light bloomed
eyes sought
caressing each shadowed surface
in search of the It
terror tingled the nape of my neck
and I willed the air
in & out
in & out
the It couldn't follow me out
wasn't lurking by the foot
biding its time
as the pace slowed
in & out
breath ragged
licking dry lips
i feel the It leave
flooded in adrenalin
tidal wave across my heart
bedside lamp came on
with fumbling
grasping
fingers still clumsy from sleep
as the light bloomed
eyes sought
caressing each shadowed surface
in search of the It
terror tingled the nape of my neck
and I willed the air
in & out
in & out
the It couldn't follow me out
wasn't lurking by the foot
biding its time
as the pace slowed
in & out
breath ragged
licking dry lips
i feel the It leave
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Friday, February 19, 2010
North Star
by duress I admit
though it pain me to note
how his gaze meeting mine
leaves a catch in my throat
under cover of dark
you could maybe persuade
an appearance of heart
though it be slightly frayed
if all else are busy
my smile could wander far
to brighten the night sky
like a brand new north star
though it pain me to note
how his gaze meeting mine
leaves a catch in my throat
under cover of dark
you could maybe persuade
an appearance of heart
though it be slightly frayed
if all else are busy
my smile could wander far
to brighten the night sky
like a brand new north star
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Thursday, February 18, 2010
The Hand That's Dealt
wind whipped as I turned the corner
lifting my hair at the roots
one parking lot light out
creating shadows I don't know
my steps quicken
not from the dark but the cold
was warmer when I came home
but that was four hours ago
four hours of memory lane
dealing photographs like playing cards
queen of hearts with her shy grin
daring me to remember
lifting my hair at the roots
one parking lot light out
creating shadows I don't know
my steps quicken
not from the dark but the cold
was warmer when I came home
but that was four hours ago
four hours of memory lane
dealing photographs like playing cards
queen of hearts with her shy grin
daring me to remember
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Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Ash Wednesday
lids down
my face turned toward the light
toward the heavens
I wait
. . .
"Therefore I despise myself
and repent in dust and ashes."
. . .
gently on my forehead
east to west
north to south
marked for all to see
. . .
on my knees
tiles chill against my pointed toes
heart heavy
I wait
. . .
(Job 42:6 Today's New International Version)
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010
My Dear Abby?
from berry kissed lips her words fell
dropping in piles by manolo heels
heavy phrases
leaden on her tongue
sage advice she would never take
though she served like Thanksgiving dinner
with her plastic nails
and plastic heart
dropping in piles by manolo heels
heavy phrases
leaden on her tongue
sage advice she would never take
though she served like Thanksgiving dinner
with her plastic nails
and plastic heart
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Monday, February 15, 2010
Valentine Aftermath
I should write a poem of love
unrequited or eternal
tragic, comic, real
a lifetime or just one moment
it should flow from dawn to dusk
then through the night
for love never sleeps
yet pulls from dreams
wisps of prince charming
and fair Juliet
or sly furtive glances
slicing the crowd
I should write a poem of love
maybe next year
unrequited or eternal
tragic, comic, real
a lifetime or just one moment
it should flow from dawn to dusk
then through the night
for love never sleeps
yet pulls from dreams
wisps of prince charming
and fair Juliet
or sly furtive glances
slicing the crowd
I should write a poem of love
maybe next year
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
The Shower
so nonchalant
she brushes compliments off
like dust
completely unaware
of her incredible strength
in the curve of her belly
a heart flutters
heels stomp the cha cha
and a new soul is housed, bred, loved
as her fingers tear paper
and lift out all manner of
soft fabric against infant skin
the smile grows
a myriad of accessories slip her grasp
piling a mountain
world of baby everest
the things we can provide
comfort, confidence must come
not from an estrogen crowd
but in the hopeful/fearful/hopeful heart
she brushes compliments off
like dust
completely unaware
of her incredible strength
in the curve of her belly
a heart flutters
heels stomp the cha cha
and a new soul is housed, bred, loved
as her fingers tear paper
and lift out all manner of
soft fabric against infant skin
the smile grows
a myriad of accessories slip her grasp
piling a mountain
world of baby everest
the things we can provide
comfort, confidence must come
not from an estrogen crowd
but in the hopeful/fearful/hopeful heart
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
Solitary
I sit at the table
the house blush slipping past my lips
not as good as I remember
I should have tried a pinot grigio
tines pierce the plump shrimp
and I slide risotto beside it
lifting the morsel to my mouth
each bite feels like a performance
though no one sits across
eyes press on my skin
gazes slide past
not quite landing
that would be rude
yet even with their weight
I savor
. . indulge
order tiramisu for dessert
custard silky smooth
dissolving on my tongue
as a girl walks by
maybe fourteen
wide green irises
slash of pink lips she offers
"Have a good night."
I smile. .
no comment from her party
adults far too polite
to bring attention
this table for one
the house blush slipping past my lips
not as good as I remember
I should have tried a pinot grigio
tines pierce the plump shrimp
and I slide risotto beside it
lifting the morsel to my mouth
each bite feels like a performance
though no one sits across
eyes press on my skin
gazes slide past
not quite landing
that would be rude
yet even with their weight
I savor
. . indulge
order tiramisu for dessert
custard silky smooth
dissolving on my tongue
as a girl walks by
maybe fourteen
wide green irises
slash of pink lips she offers
"Have a good night."
I smile. .
no comment from her party
adults far too polite
to bring attention
this table for one
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Friday, February 12, 2010
Tick
tick
tick
tick
the seconds passed
like heartbeats
tick
tick
when I was a child
I had my first watch
non digital
and it would
tick
tick
tick
I wore it to sleep
slid beneath my pillow
the slightly muffled
tick
tick
sending me to dreams
peaceful and serene
tick
tick
tick
a few years later
I found my grandfather's
old pocket watches
tick
tucked in a drawer
wound one and it answered
tick
tick
tick
beside my head
it pulled me to slumber
tick
tick
and to this day
if ever I can't settle
my troubled brain can't still
I turn to the
tick
tick
tick
tick
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Aquarius
cruxed upon a shoulder strong
the vessel balanced well
water poured out as a song
the truth she came to tell
observations stacked aloft
her ever burdened back
matters not the world would scoff
she sees the white from black
the vessel balanced well
water poured out as a song
the truth she came to tell
observations stacked aloft
her ever burdened back
matters not the world would scoff
she sees the white from black
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Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Goldilocks
the sweater was too warm
bare shoulders too chill
I couldn't regulate
no balance
the sun rose too early
moonlight crept too long
I couldn't wake
no balance
the music was too loud
her voice too soft
I couldn't listen
no balance
the light was too bright
shadowed corners too dark
I couldn't see
no balance
the drink was too sour
dessert far too sweet
I couldn't eat
no balance
my dreams were too big
reality too small
I couldn't win
no balance
bare shoulders too chill
I couldn't regulate
no balance
the sun rose too early
moonlight crept too long
I couldn't wake
no balance
the music was too loud
her voice too soft
I couldn't listen
no balance
the light was too bright
shadowed corners too dark
I couldn't see
no balance
the drink was too sour
dessert far too sweet
I couldn't eat
no balance
my dreams were too big
reality too small
I couldn't win
no balance
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Ballet d'Hiver
under sheltered moon
in her whispering caress
spun flake pirouettes
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Monday, February 8, 2010
Silent Conversations
I’ll be the one stirring my drink.
That’s what he said.
As if he would be the only brunette twirling his sugared café.
I didn’t need to worry though.
No one could mistake him for an average coffee shop devotee.
The moment I walked through the door I could feel his gaze.
It wasn’t the intrusive stare of a predator,
But rather a measuring scale that lived in his green eyes.
I slid into the booth across from him.
He tilted his head to acknowledge my presence,
But he never stopped watching me.
The only sound was his spoon in the mug,
A melodic clink as he drowned another sugar packet.
We talked without words for an eternity,
Silently tugging at loose ends.
My face cracked beneath the facade,
Walls crumbling to dust.
The coffeepot ran dry
And the night ran long.
Still serenely he stared,
Enveloping me with his world.
When the clock struck midnight he blinked,
Then paid his bill.
As we parted he placed his hand on mine
And I cried agonizingly dry tears.
That’s what he said.
As if he would be the only brunette twirling his sugared café.
I didn’t need to worry though.
No one could mistake him for an average coffee shop devotee.
The moment I walked through the door I could feel his gaze.
It wasn’t the intrusive stare of a predator,
But rather a measuring scale that lived in his green eyes.
I slid into the booth across from him.
He tilted his head to acknowledge my presence,
But he never stopped watching me.
The only sound was his spoon in the mug,
A melodic clink as he drowned another sugar packet.
We talked without words for an eternity,
Silently tugging at loose ends.
My face cracked beneath the facade,
Walls crumbling to dust.
The coffeepot ran dry
And the night ran long.
Still serenely he stared,
Enveloping me with his world.
When the clock struck midnight he blinked,
Then paid his bill.
As we parted he placed his hand on mine
And I cried agonizingly dry tears.
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Sunday, February 7, 2010
North on I-380
fifty miles from home
the road is a gray pool
sliding ahead of my wheels
oncoming headlights like passing stars
the dark is a cocoon
her breathy hum sating the air
in my windowed shelter I glide
flowing like water
a single drop held by her voice
on repeat the song begins again and again
until the lights of home appear
an oasis from my lonely travels
the road is a gray pool
sliding ahead of my wheels
oncoming headlights like passing stars
the dark is a cocoon
her breathy hum sating the air
in my windowed shelter I glide
flowing like water
a single drop held by her voice
on repeat the song begins again and again
until the lights of home appear
an oasis from my lonely travels
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Saturday, February 6, 2010
Babel
"Curleshellot abaulano"
she cried into the night
"Curleshellot abaulano
Abaulano, my love"
And though the dark was crystal still
her words fell on deaf ears
for mournful wails mean naught to those
where answers not prevail
I heard her weep on gentle winds
as day came to a close
"Curleshellot abaulano
Abaulano, my love"
Through ev'ry shadowed corner sought
then found with child in arms
lashes weighted down with shed tears
no sense her mumbles made
Still hand could give what I knew not
a lift to heart and head
the gaze we shared as from my lips
"Abaulano, my friend"
(Pronunciation: kur-le-shuh-lot a-boh-lah-noh)
she cried into the night
"Curleshellot abaulano
Abaulano, my love"
And though the dark was crystal still
her words fell on deaf ears
for mournful wails mean naught to those
where answers not prevail
I heard her weep on gentle winds
as day came to a close
"Curleshellot abaulano
Abaulano, my love"
Through ev'ry shadowed corner sought
then found with child in arms
lashes weighted down with shed tears
no sense her mumbles made
Still hand could give what I knew not
a lift to heart and head
the gaze we shared as from my lips
"Abaulano, my friend"
(Pronunciation: kur-le-shuh-lot a-boh-lah-noh)
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Friday, February 5, 2010
Girded
such Judgment
I place on these overburdened shoulders
such Recrimination
bathes my thoughts
if only i could
Stop
the earthquake
fill the cracks before the disaster
fortify the walls Before the assault
these preparations mean nothing
once the Battle is upon us though
filled cracks are still Divisions regardless the repair
walls can never hold against an Army of despair
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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Fashion Statement
Let sorrow tug at my shirt-tails for it makes no matter.
I will shirk my clothes
and continue unbound,
traveling the roads high and low.
I will wrap myself in petals of hope,
a chain of memories at my throat,
strung with tears
that sparkle like diamonds.
No longer strangling my breath
it twines,
bringing beauty and light to my future,
for tears can wash the vision clear.
I will shirk my clothes
and continue unbound,
traveling the roads high and low.
I will wrap myself in petals of hope,
a chain of memories at my throat,
strung with tears
that sparkle like diamonds.
No longer strangling my breath
it twines,
bringing beauty and light to my future,
for tears can wash the vision clear.
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Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Frozen Dawn
bashful blush the sun
arose from the barren limbs
no warmth to follow
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Earth (unbalanced)
quaking
beating upon itself
sliding past an enemy
argument shaking the ground
trembling
toppling the city
cracks like veins
winding through walls
buildings convulsing
a terrain arrest
beating upon itself
sliding past an enemy
argument shaking the ground
trembling
toppling the city
cracks like veins
winding through walls
buildings convulsing
a terrain arrest
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Monday, February 1, 2010
Earth (balanced)
silent stone
reticent through the years
still its history is told
pressed day by day
or flames that cooled
it forms the base
each step pounded in
it rises to meet us
reticent through the years
still its history is told
pressed day by day
or flames that cooled
it forms the base
each step pounded in
it rises to meet us
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