Bad haiku is my contribution

Winter is here, yes
How warm is too warm this year?
Concrete jungle rules.

Untitled Winter Poem #2

Precious eyes so wide
Lips like event horizon
Flypaper window
Patient, enough
Mom!
Hurry!
Jacket unbuttoned
Tiny hands fumbling with gloves
Head first into the fresh snow

Great Blizzard of ‘91
Me and Joel
Marauding snow banks
Just to get out the front door
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Candy collection plates
Building forts
Forming future projectiles
Wrestling in the soft powder
Laughter, frozen mid-air

In tenth grade I had a girlfriend
Her name was Sarah
February brought chocolates
But not nearly as numerous as the snow
Classes canceled on account of the weather
Teenage love blossoming on account of the same
It was an icy Eden
Where we spent the day
Blank canvas countryside screaming for art
Chasing, through the trails
Teasing, tracing our dreams
Trying to decide on our wedding date
I can still see the snowflakes
Clinging to her eyelashes
Daring me to kiss them away


Today I wait for the bus
Hiding in my coat, yet no longer a Turtle at heart
Part of me waiting for summer to return
Secretly wishing I smoked
Like if the whole world became addicted
We could all put out our cigarettes at the same time
And the snow would just disappear

The past ten years I have not been attentive
The winter went from
Exciting guest
Here for the new season
To plain nuisance
I guess
This is how everything goes wrong
Growing up
Without the realization

It's a Winter Wonderland out there...

...and it's too cold to ski, so might as well get to writing about your fabulous winter plans and all the beauty that the season brings with it.

We're back!

Yes, it's been a while folks, but we're gonna do this poetry thing "write!" Get it. Ha. Not funny. Any who, vote on a theme for December, or suggest your own, here! Click here to take survey

nameless

feet move in directions,
blood moves in prepositions:
                across
                through
                in
                between
more exact than its servants

but the gossamer of electric wire that lives
in the brain is responsible
for the bulk of the language,
presiding over the putt putt of a million motorized things
and the business they carry

maybe eventually it becomes its own poison

it's not so different, after all

it can claim
dominion over a far greater
and vast thing

over a thing
perhaps too disinterested or
too bent on its own survival
to make its true weight felt.

Autumn Reckoning

Hot air swirls up from the south
Iowa harvest of corn in the fields
dancing sweet and buttery in my mouth
Am I ready for it all to end?
Am I ready for the colors to turn

from fresh to fierce
green to gold
clear to copper to crimson
crackle crackle crackle
says the hay beneath my feet;
and the August sun strains to bake
the dry and browning earth
but weakening, daylight waning
Autumn tickling the trees

teasing the sky to dark upon dark
upon dark
I know whether or not I'm ready
Autumn will conquer my soul again
With her stealthy seductive footfalls
and her Samhain-scented embrace.

Woman

The last shreds of shadow touch

her feet as she waits by the water

her body a brave Babylon

a savage paradise at sea

Woman

You strive to change history

worlds

You see a day with

copper light

ancient sunshine dreams

myth

peace

wind and passion

life balance

sacred sisterhood

You want love beyond gestures beyond limbo

love always shared

A radical thought

a world unfolding

You inspired a future

New Song

Updated 9/22/11. After walking away from it for awhile, I kind of like it better now.


Was This 'The Good Fight'?

You tell me I should stay
You say it's easier for you
To have me stowed away, in one place
But your empathy's locked in a separate room

Those too-brief, stolen moments
I will never seek again
And here I'll build my walls
To save my pride from break or bend

Can't you see, it's stifling here
For someone like me, but
I can't persuade you to care
You say with certainty
There is no perfect absolute

This was too much, too soon
But not enough to sway the doubts
I never could remove
And my soul will never find the room
To breathe here

Walking through the motions
Like a dreamer through her sleep
The weight of absent-minded slights
Pulls me under, holds me deep

The small injustices add up
Eat away at who I was
This will never be enough
I'm not a bitch, I just gave up

Can't you see, I'm drowning here
Futile reaching for a lifeline
That was never really there
I see now, with certainty
What I've lost, but you lost, too

This was too little, too late
But not enough to break the bonds
That tie me to this lonely place
And my soul will never find the strength
To leave here

There are countless ways to justify
This war that we have wrought
But how could I let you determine
Who I am or who I'm not?

Who I am
And who I'm not...

Home Is Where The Mind Is

Cannot speak Swedish
Psychology conference
Here I feel at home

Soles

Breast cancer Nikes
Trading souls for mammograms
We still win, you lose