the year treats us
like a day
long and short at the same time
Monday, December 31, 2018
pace, day break
On the break of day
A daily, long line of
papers fly
at the perfect pace
friends or lovers
A friendship, however hard it tries,
Will always be romantic.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the friendship,
Gently it goes
Doodles, peace
Doodles on the paper
this is how the artist
lets go of the tension
this is how the artist
lets go of the tension
Snowy trees remind me of sparkles
On her nails, the sparkles
glisten like a tree
left in the snow all night
glisten like a tree
left in the snow all night
Falfafel of those who left
The falafel of those who left
is richer with their loss
than it is with olive oil
is richer with their loss
than it is with olive oil
Sunday, December 30, 2018
I cannot let go
I cannot let go, you tell me
pointing at the photographs
behind where you spend your time
head first in the notes,
I cannot let go, you tell me
of the ghost that was her,
my mother who died in an accident
twenty years ago
pointing at the photographs
behind where you spend your time
head first in the notes,
I cannot let go, you tell me
of the ghost that was her,
my mother who died in an accident
twenty years ago
over the sting
My scorpion, you inspire me to write
in secret about the times I have held your hand
without the sting over my skin
in secret about the times I have held your hand
without the sting over my skin
rocks, bellies
Originality is keeping space
between the pebbles
knowing that dirt can creep under the belly
between the pebbles
knowing that dirt can creep under the belly
girls on the side of the road
To the girls left on the side road
that I cannot help
I cannot even pretend
to know how you feel
Labels:
dark,
holiday poems,
ill,
intellect,
joy,
knowledge,
loss,
sex,
women,
women relationship
Appreciation
Saying words of grace
takes time
to arrive first to the heart
the black hole of all things
takes time
to arrive first to the heart
the black hole of all things
Labels:
grace,
holiday poems,
language,
loss,
love,
season,
self poetry
Saturday, December 29, 2018
this flesh, like a leaf
A strip down
like a leaf left over
like meat, this flesh
like a leaf left over
like meat, this flesh
Thursday, December 27, 2018
Smells like Christmas
It smells like Christmas in my kitchen,
smells like the time I stopped
in the heart of the house
right in the middle like a clot
not moving nor let anyone move
to make Christmas over cold stoves
here is a list of things you need for cake
that serves 6, realistically
even if you are on your own:
* peeled apples
* 3/4 sugar
* flour
* cinnamon
* nutmeg
* salt (to taste)
I stand on a flat corner
kneading the flour
needing a listening ear
I stand in the corner
in my house,
shaking like a belly dancer after a long show
cupping powdered sugar to an empty heart
smells like the time I stopped
in the heart of the house
right in the middle like a clot
not moving nor let anyone move
to make Christmas over cold stoves
here is a list of things you need for cake
that serves 6, realistically
even if you are on your own:
* peeled apples
* 3/4 sugar
* flour
* cinnamon
* nutmeg
* salt (to taste)
I stand on a flat corner
kneading the flour
needing a listening ear
I stand in the corner
in my house,
shaking like a belly dancer after a long show
cupping powdered sugar to an empty heart
Labels:
Christmas,
elements,
fairy-tale,
food,
grace,
light,
loss,
love,
music,
passion,
play,
poem,
poetry,
private,
public,
season,
self poetry,
women relationship,
word-power,
words
Pumpkins carvings
Tastes like a potato
this pumpkin
carved with a strong arm
an iron fist
that knows how to manage
a kitchen and three children
this pumpkin
carved with a strong arm
an iron fist
that knows how to manage
a kitchen and three children
Leaf poem
up
if the
lean
round
all round
a cauldron the
so all round round
lean do rather round all soft
all round very terrible we all soft
all round ! rather green rather small
ever so soft ever so lean decidedly lean
all strange thin fore moving, lovingly
its littler veins tapered, wordlessly
ever so weedy theme drifting, lovingly
ever so haggard bow drifting, lovingly
its skinny fore moving, lovingly
twiggy stem vagabond, lovingly
do wiry base moving, lovingly !
do ever so gangly base floating, lovingly
ever so slender-waisted stalk floating, lovingly
ever so spindle-legged radical moving, lovingly
its narrow-minded veins constricting, wordlessly
ever so slim-waisted radical drifting, lovingly
ever so slim-waisted bow floating, lovingly
dire, light, common dire, light, weird
extremely green ! a cauldron
lean a veins ! all soft
green! ! a veins
lean ! lean
so !
!
rain or shine
Why would you think the sunshine is small?
Does the sunshine make you shiver?
does it?
These passing winds are ice-cold.
winds are you,
do they make you shiver still?
This is us,
Shivering come rain or shine
Longing for you in midwinter
Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
This is the charm of winter:
People fall in love
And I long for your arms.
Labels:
emotion,
fairy-tale,
holiday poems,
love,
men,
music,
self poetry,
women
He is born
Rest assured, for He has been born
the one who created heaven and earth
the one who saves heaven from this earth.
No appetite
there is no will
you tell me after I nudge you
to eat, to drink
even to live
this is a deep hole that you've sunk in
there is no one to claim
parentage reasons
you hear of wired words hanging:
triggers, envy, exhaustion
fatigue, lack of color, heavy eye-lids
unmatched skies, refusal of entry,
change, chaos, relaxation
the set continues
while you've lost the appetite
to even breathe
call it desperation, some say
but it is all in the gut, I answer.
you tell me after I nudge you
to eat, to drink
even to live
this is a deep hole that you've sunk in
there is no one to claim
parentage reasons
you hear of wired words hanging:
triggers, envy, exhaustion
fatigue, lack of color, heavy eye-lids
unmatched skies, refusal of entry,
change, chaos, relaxation
the set continues
while you've lost the appetite
to even breathe
call it desperation, some say
but it is all in the gut, I answer.
Surpassing heartache
Too long we have been on this road together;
you and I
we passed on another
on a cold winter night
we walked with awkward feet
colliding first into each other
too long have we been on this road together
but tell me how do we surpass
all the heartache that is there
with just a simple photograph
of you in a museum
smiling at a complex painting
folding into your hands
all the errors of my past.
you and I
we passed on another
on a cold winter night
we walked with awkward feet
colliding first into each other
too long have we been on this road together
but tell me how do we surpass
all the heartache that is there
with just a simple photograph
of you in a museum
smiling at a complex painting
folding into your hands
all the errors of my past.
Labels:
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love,
men,
music,
nightmare,
pain,
relationship,
spiritual,
women,
word-power
Wednesday, December 26, 2018
a quick ride
The roller-coaster
tugs so high to sink again
that's love, I hear you say
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
an aerial view of loneliness
There you are
standing tall like an elm
overseeing the crowds, like from a plane
an aerial view of loneliness
Monday, December 17, 2018
you come up
You come up,
like the treasure found at the end of a box
you come up,
like surfacing for oxygen
you come up,
like a word in a dictionary, looked for not found
you come up,
like a wind floating by quickly
you come up,
like the end of a choir
you come up,
like a sentence out of place
you come up
in stories, like a heavy character
you come up
in memory like its companion
you come up
in red and blue bruises
you always come up
like the treasure found at the end of a box
you come up,
like surfacing for oxygen
you come up,
like a word in a dictionary, looked for not found
you come up,
like a wind floating by quickly
you come up,
like the end of a choir
you come up,
like a sentence out of place
you come up
in stories, like a heavy character
you come up
in memory like its companion
you come up
in red and blue bruises
you always come up
Labels:
dark,
love,
men,
perception,
public. private,
relationship,
tales,
women,
word-power
even in tea
The tea here has your name
so I no longer drink it
dark, tall and handsome
the glass in my hand is empty
so I no longer drink it
dark, tall and handsome
the glass in my hand is empty
Elephants
Nothing more regal than an elephant
another sign for torture,
for others to be happy.
another sign for torture,
for others to be happy.
Thursday, December 6, 2018
birth and baptism
you sing about baptism before birth
how glorious, it is
the water
how glorious, it is
the water
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