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.

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.