Past tense
You'll make the past tense, if you give it a hint of the now. If you warn, "Love will falter," console, "Pain will fade," it will shriek, "You know nothing, you cow!" Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Petal
I have you on a petal still I've placed you on a flower You're shining like a lotus Why'd I give you so much power? This poem was inspired by a phrase in a poem by Kathleen. http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Kat02/ It also was inspired by my heart's sometime stubborn insistence on holding on. Sign in to see full entry.
Bellydancer
Ching ching cha-ching ching See me shake Ching ching cha-ching ching What's my take? Sign in to see full entry.
Pen Pals
I picked up a calligraphy pen when my gel pen ran out of hue Now my letters are slanting so prettily I can't help but write about you Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
The Overstayed welcome, Vol. 2
I partook of things I shouldn't I ate and smoked and drank And though your arms are lovely, dear As to your name, I'm drawing a blank *Excuse the excessively adventurous, bon vivante, free-wheeling tone of the two "Overstayed" poems. Though I'm quite enchanted with my fictional New Year's... Sign in to see full entry.
Sting
I once was an upside-down jellyfish Free of bearings and glad of the waves But I got in too deep and I took a few stings And I learned to be afraid Sign in to see full entry.
The overstayed welcome
When you're gripping the toilet in retching self-blame When the cold cuts and cheese are a warm, sweating mess When the hostess is glaring, but you don't know her name Leave the party with grace, but please first find your dress Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Moving pictures (a biography)
The zoetrope is spinning See me playing on a swing See me lying with a lover See me living, scene by scene Sign in to see full entry.
Words
Reading's my truth-hungry eye education Writing's my soul-too-big sad song salvation Words tempt me from port when my weather is mild And lash me to the mast when my hurricane's too wild Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Pan-demic
I walked around my grounds one day and found in every hedge, a barely hidden goat-like man, saying, “Darling, walk the edge.” “If you’d listen to my merry pipe, and stain your lips with wine, and join me in what goats do best, why, the pleasure would be all mine.” Sign in to see full entry.