July 8, 2011 at 3:10 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, character study, childhood, hope, love, memoir
did you notice my head
always tilts to the side?
as if I were a doll
with no structure, no spine?
and do you see
that my eyes do not?
do you hear how, inside me,
everything rots?
you say that you do,
yet still hold this hand,
and tell me that pearls
were born from rough sand.
July 8, 2011 at 3:08 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, love, nature, Poetry
sunlight almost always
manages to miss my heart
so it twists and churns
to reach the warmth —
so elusive, so far from here —
for a hint of the smiles
you shared with me,
for a taste of the mints
you placed in my hands
that cloudy day.
and my heart wrenches back
to reach the light,
forgetting its place in a
body that presses
onwards, away.
July 8, 2011 at 3:07 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, anger, depression, fear, Poetry
Laughs need to percolate.
They should not simmer.
This is no joy,
just burn on my lips.
It does not scorch
like you would think.
But when I laugh,
my throat goes cold.
July 6, 2011 at 3:48 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, change, experimental, future, Poetry
The low note of a saxophone,
brass melting in his hands
as she once did,
bows out to the sound of
a glassy-hued
Breaking: her voice
has found something
almost forgotten,
so from its chrysalis
unbound, pursues &
ascends.
July 6, 2011 at 3:46 pm (Poetry)
Tags: 2011, change, love
Between the lion’s mane of peonies,
each line bleeds ink into pale petals,
full of think and wink and Lincoln copper
thoughts, those vaporous burns skimming
the fairest of your heartstrings.
The other day, crescent moon shimmering
in the morning blue, I found a few stragglers,
strands cast aside in your rushing.
The sound had slowed, beats hushed
as the singed ends frayed apart.
Cherry blossoms, like mad naiads,
pursued in spirals, with the mistaken idea
that you had noticed them, how
divinely they blushed this spring
when you passed us all by.
My hands trembled, but I held fast
these threads, softly coaxed petals
clinging shyly to my hair. I whispered
old poems into every braid, sending
them away for someone else to love.
