she was the first breasts i noticed
and i couldn't look--
awkward, flushed wordlessness,
kicking rocks,
obvious but ambivalent.
did she notice? i caught her looking.
ride away to what is known,
but I did notice.
6.29.2010
thanks, penn jillette
6.26.2010
fate
In a dark mood tonight, it's as good a time as ever to share one of my grandmother's darker poems:
Fate inexorable, crushing me down,--
Like the organ in chapel,
Deep, solemn notes that rise over the conflict,
Noise and confusion;
Low notes, omnipotent, steadily mighty.
Fate inevitable, beating me back
Slowly, relentlessly, fiercely as ocean waves,
Strong as the undertow, deep as the current
Fate invincible, --destiny, --platitudes
Crushing me down.
6.18.2010
6.10.2010
so close, yet so far away
Lizzy Danger writes poetry and inspires others to do the same on her blog, A Series of Thoughts. Sometimes she asks for line suggestions, sometimes she suggests lines. The results are interesting and wonderful! I suggested a line to Lizzy, "He'd be a free man today," and here is the poem she wrote.
I said I was game, so Lizzy suggested a line to me. "So close, yet so far away." As this lovely line has seven syllables, at first I was stuck in haiku:
Then I wrote this poem. I like it. It's called Anne.
I said I was game, so Lizzy suggested a line to me. "So close, yet so far away." As this lovely line has seven syllables, at first I was stuck in haiku:
our friend the mountainand
so close, yet so far away
in her shade we grow
your words level meand
so close, yet so far away
funny thing, choices
sitting side by side
so close, yet so far away
i want to hold your hand
Then I wrote this poem. I like it. It's called Anne.
silver bells
through the mountain
interminable drive
it feels like rain
an angel, a saint
laid hands on me
healed me
pushed me forward
jazz, violets
photographs of you
your children
your friends
your words
with me
through me
so close, yet so far away
6.09.2010
a world between
A poem by my grandmother, appropriate for the rainy day.
Two learned men
Walked down our street last night--
They came to cross;
One paused and said:
"The rain has made a stream
Of mud and water, ugly, cold, and damp."
The other answered: "Yes, but see the stars
Reflected in its pool."
Two learned men
Walked down our street last night--
They came to cross;
One paused and said:
"The rain has made a stream
Of mud and water, ugly, cold, and damp."
The other answered: "Yes, but see the stars
Reflected in its pool."
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