old poem from tumblr, which I am leaving...

Nothing has been broken. Not the sanctity of strangers. Not the features of the gods we claim look a lot like us. Not even the sky’s resolve. That is not to say there have been no violations. There are always trespasses. But If there is to be any reckoning, it will be for the way we withheld information from each other. And for thinking that being vulnerable was a sign of being broken.

January 3rd poem, repurposed from Tumblr

there is
a certain order
to everything
i suppose
and everything
you touch
has its place
however
i remind you
that the wind
has no home
it is everywhere
at once
and never able
to escape
itself.

Poem for January 4, 2012

i could not forget you

anymore than i could forget

the grammar and syntax it takes

to tell you i could not forget you

even now i am distracted

by thoughts of little things

that comprise you

that you would think mundane

like the way only certain hats

seem to compliment your eyes

or how you curl into yourself

at night on the couch

your nimble fingers transforming

a single thread into a pattern for life

i could not forget you

even if i were to lose you

which is not to suggest i could

or that you would leave

if that would be your will

i could not forget you

in the way that you could not forget

how to breathe or even

the beat of your own heart

even as i gather more things

to remember about you

they are never enough

that i could not add more

or confuse one with the other

whatever the days make take from me

they do not take you

even as they take other things

and change you slowly

you become more and near

until i forget the time without you

as if you have been here every day.

Poem

in spite

of all

the danger

i am

inclined

to dream

and yet

i leave them

often

where they

discover me

they are

impossible

to carry

too long

without becoming

a burden

without becoming

anything

other than

dreams.

Poem from Tumblr - May 02, 2011

widowed
by the waning day
i fell into
the night garden
plunging my hands
deep into
the cool soil
as if they
were roots
but a season
passed like
a whim
and i
could not grow
no matter
how many stars
i swallowed
or dreams
i surrendered
to you.

Poem from Tumblr - May 01, 2011

few things
tie my soul
to this world
like dust
when it whispers
be still
the light
is approaching
uncovered
a restoration
begins
i am made
morning
i am made
for your
eyes forming
in mine

Poem from Tumblr - April 30, 2011

i made
a white hot
cauldron of
my heart
but i
could not burn
you out
i scrubbed
my hands
until the fingerprints
were gone
but i
could still
feel you
bit my tongue
until it bed
but i
could still
taste you
wrote your name
one thousand times
but even
this exorcism
could not
relieve me
you
have scarred
my soul

Poem from Tumblr - April 29, 2011

Small cool circles
I circumnavigate
As the wind
Scurries under
My umbrella
To get out
Of the rain
And the lillies
Bow their heads
As I pass
It is not a courtesy
A sign of respect
It is only
The rain
It humbles everyone
Even as it splashes
In those cool circles
I avoid
The ones
That once quenched
My thirsty boots
When I was
As new
As spring.

April 28 Poem from Tumblr

in our home
movies are seasons
and seasons
are pressed in glass
they come close
to real
and now
but they are movies
in glass seasons
all the life
and color
extruded
they are no longer
necessary
but they are nostalgic
for us
when we
are not here
and desirous
of new rooms
where light
lingers long after
our voices escape us.

Poem from Tumblr - April 27, 2011

went looking
for my soul
in the concatenation
of theme parks
and the comfort
of fast food chains
i went looking
for my soul
in the soft tread
of office corridors
and in the harsh glare
of the produce section
i went looking
for my soul
with a fishing pole
in august
and after that
i dug for it
in december
i went looking
for my soul
in the devil’s dictionary
and the holy bible
i went looking
for my soul
in the mirrors
of morning
rain puddles
and shop windows
i went looking
for my soul
when there
was nothing else
to look for
a heathen
with a zealot’s heart
i doubt i
would recognize it

Poem for April 26, 2011

the words
behind the words
are the ones
that will
overwhelm you
the ones
you cannot see
the ones
i withheld
because they
were not ready
to tell you
i love you.

Poem for April 25, 2011

deep veined
and diabolical
the cry
of love
reveals itself
before and after
i remove myself
from it
before and after
it knew
i was
an instrument
of solitude
and fear.

A poem about quiet, for @northernchick on Twitter....

sound

is vast

and inevitable

always signifying

something

the start

of a school day

or cars

retreating

to the embrace

of the suburbs

when a thousand

minor variations

on a theme

are complete

all of them

are intrusions

loud and obvious

they want

too much

attention

even

the slightest motion

stirs them

into a frenzy

again

but if

we are still

they will

subside

slowly consumed

by silence

until

there is nothing

but suggestion

and possibility

suspended

in a breath

that fears

to provoke

or revoke

this perfect moment

when everything

seems to look upon us

with awe.

Poem, based on my Tumblr Cloud

probably
people time
the poems
that they
love to tell you
in songs
and music
about how nice
a person
you are
as if
all the world
and its night life
read your name
just to feel
anything
at all

Poem

hungry
for now
even though
I feasted
before
nothing
sates me
not even
your breath
on my lips
they only
make me
hungry
for now

Poem for January 2, 2011

tonight
is a demarcation
the season
of lights
gives way
to a season
of withdrawal
or abnegation
trees
are just that
trees
bare once more
and no window
welcomes me
with warm
electric candles
all aglow
one by one
they are disappearing
only night
is joyful
and triumphant
and winter
is long
and dark
and cold
why do
we let go
so soon?

January 1 Poem

i promise
i will tell
you everything
you are
to me
if i
can only
quiet my heart
enough
to speak
above it
but if
i cannot
or i talk such
that i lose my voice
then i
will write it out
or take you
in my arms
to convey
that i
am in
your love
always
even when
i am
alone or
asleep
in your dreams

December 31 Poem

the year
offers us
an empty plate
it has
nothing left
to feed us
now in this
our time
of hunger
for something new
instead
it settles in
and listens
to our eulogies
all night long
knowing only
that what comes next
is as yet
undetermined
and anything
is possible
for now.

December 30 Poem

silence
is something like
goodbye
and you
will not know
that was
the intent
until much later
when you wonder
where i am
if only because
even i
did not know
that was what
my silence
signified.

December 29 poem

it only takes
one step
until
you are
outside
where the world
hides
everything
you touch
seems to freeze
framed
by your breath
laughing
as it swirls
around your head
the only audience
a thousand streetlights
silent sentinels
that see all things
and nothing
at once
they will not
dream of us
when they close
their eyes
they will not
even know
we are gone.