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.

I haven't been posting poems here for a while.

But I will start back on that.

Today.

I have been putting them on Tumblr, because the feedback is more immediate.

But starting today, I will simulcast them.

Here and there.

And bring over many of the ones that wound up there.

But not here.

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.