Saturday, June 17, 2006
SanctuaryIn the shady green of my backyard, glowing with peace, In your arms in our kitchen, In the middle of chaos that would rattle most others, so necessary and invisible at once, I find the sanctuary of happiness my ideal home. Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 5:28 PM Comments (3) (link) Friday, May 26, 2006
Not TodayWhen I reach into the pouch from whence I draw my poems, lately it seems filled with disjointed phrases and half-formed ideas. I ask for it to be filled, to be replentished with love. Ideas roll boldly through my thoughts, but they refuse to be fused together into coherent prose. There is nothing... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 7:14 AM Comments (2) (link) Sunday, March 26, 2006
TodayMy thoughts are like a swarm of gnats, no-see-ums, in my head, fast and barely there, easily blown away and insubstantial; My memories rise to the surface of my conciousness, and just before breaking, they retreat like skittish trout at dusk; My emotions are like tadpoles, half-formed and full of... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 5:28 PM Comments (4) (link) Sunday, September 11, 2005
Cactusgraceful, green, growing thing short, stumpy potted plant tall and free in the desert sun brown-green. shades of sand and soil and rock spongy, sleek skins interspersed with spikes spines spicules barren land burning sun beating down on the world below cactus soft and wet inside sharp and dry... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:26 AM Comments (2) (link) Monday, August 8, 2005
I have found releaseFrustration builds in my head like condensation on a glass. It penetrates all my thoughts, until I let music move me. Lately it's been Eminem, with his hypnotic hometown power. He says, 'Nothing moves me more than a groove that soothes me.' Good grief, I can relate. I am soothed and moved away from... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:49 PM Comments (1) (link) Wednesday, August 3, 2005
Burning Desire (for a nap)sleep pulls at me and as I fight to stay my eyes wide I feel nothingness sliding into my muscles, my neck becomes limp with it first and before too long I know I have lost the fight drowsy are all my days and at night when I fall onto my pillow it is with the intent to have a conversation and watch... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 2:17 PM Comments (2) (link) Friday, July 29, 2005
EccentricShockOh Ranee, I miss you Your warm words, your interesting posts. Where have you gone? Do you still live in PA? Did you finally finish school? How are the kids? Damn it, I wish I could talk to you. I lost your number, and you QUIT BLOGGING!! Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 8:44 AM Comments (1) (link) Monday, July 25, 2005
vous et nul autre, still, Johnsometimes your hands on my skin are like small kisses, pairs of lips that dart around my brows and down my nose alighting my senses. other times it is only the sight of you making me weak in the knees or rolling over into you in the night and feeling the whoosh of electricity kiss my nerves as your... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 9:01 PM Comments (2) (link) Monday, August 16, 2004
On our anniversary, my husband and I got eachother the same card....It was perfect, I couldn't have written it better myself. We had a few hours to ourselves, and it was worth every moment of aggrivation up until now, just to be here.... With You The sky as seen through the window is inspiring As we drive off to our first date in forever and I'm as antsy as a four... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 11:12 PM Comments (2) (link) Tuesday, August 3, 2004
Why do some people torture themselves??The Good God The cycle revolves around me, The merry-go-round that is my life. I feel dizzied and sober, all at once. Everything in it, the edge of a knife. Is it a double edged sword? What can you afford? Waste your time on sorrow? Pay for it tomorrow. I see life as a set of golden scales I feel... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 9:06 AM Comments (6) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |
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