Poets are thinkersMaking an argument For the story they see,Or the world as it should be. Angry, an optimistDisappointed, believerDescribing her hopes, scenesAnd all of her dreams.
And sotempois onceagainmy FLAW Because I can't go slow and wait. And wait. Waiting for you to pace along And catch up. It bores me.
An old couple and their dog were found dead today at their house just up the mountain from me. Whether suicide or CO2, they died together. My mother called me concerned about the dog, poor dog, she said. I said lucky dog, you wouldn’t want to wake up with both your owners dead. She said…
Instant love is attraction like a magnet Drawing you to your beloved in a momentWith the flicker of a smileAnd the scent of the agesPulling you in at first meeting. But, real love seeps into your lifeSlowlyDripping just a drop at a time.Never drinking from a fire hose.Always leaving you thirsty for more.
You like to be cleanBut you get dirty without apologyOr resentmentYou smell when you’ve been workingOf sweat and grease and trashAnd sticky icky gooAnd juice combined with brothNot in a recipe but on your skin aloneA smell that’s nowhere elseBut on youAnd on me when you touch meThe way I smell as you walk to…
Such unaccountable masses of shades and shadows, that at first you almost thought some ambitious young artist, in the time of the New England hags, had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched.
Walking barefoot In the house that I loved, I cut my foot on a nail sticking out of a board. I got infected when it hurt and even though I soaked it in Epsom salts. I finally I recovered. I got a hammer, and I tried to hammer the nail in the board tries on…
When my marriage failed I felt like a failure But I came to realize It was innocence and ignorance With a portion of foul play That put us together in the first place. I learned I grew I changed When our relationship failed I felt like a failure again And I came to realize It…
Almost to embers, we were minutes away.Minutes away from a flame extinguished,From lack of fuel, in the form of time,From lack of air, in the form of words,And lack of heat, in the form of cold, icy looks Cold touched my heart.And you blew me away,With your words.With your time.With your smile In the face of…
The foothills are born in the shadow of the mountain knowing they’re smaller, knowing they’re easier They’ll have more frequent visitors,knowing someone will often reach their peak. Their sides have a slope, an easier climb but never reaching the heights of the mountain behind. While the mountain is lonely. The temperature is colderbut they always know…
