Insects: A Poem I want toCatch your wordsLike insects in summer,Stuffing accented pronunciation Deep into my earsSo I'll always rememberThe consonantsAnd vowels you made soundLike poetry.I want toCatch your wordsLike insects in summer,Constructing pictures fromConversationsSo my eyes can seeEach pretty sound you vocalizedAnd each time eyelids kiss,It becomes a gallery.I want toCatch your wordsLike insects … Continue reading Insects: A Poem | Day 12 of National Poetry Writing Month
Azaleas: A Poem ApologiesLike azaleas -Striking the heartIn bold beams, thenAll meaning and colorFrom your wordsIs lost.Petals fallen,Broom bristles brushThem from sidewalksLike fingers acrossWet eyes -Removing the memoryOf extra stolen glances.ApologiesLike azaleas.
Fall: A Poem FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.The leaves used toSpeak to meAnd the eveningsWere smeared in roastedHues, the kind you couldStare at for mesmerizing minutes.FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.NowThe howling windSounds like insultsPelting my eardrums.FallUsed to be kinderBefore you came along.
Wild: A Poem The headline splashedAcross local newspapersThat one summerHad my wild blue eyesScanning property linesAnd below the dipOf pine trees."Do you think we'll ever see it?" I wondered"Did you hear that?" my brother askedWild Cougar SightingSummer days warped to nightsAs we waited for eyes like midnightOr as red as mushroom caps toFlash us in … Continue reading Wild: A Poem | Day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month
Hands: A Poem He could flip his palmAnd grow a daisy,Enrich my body withNutrientsIn every touch.He built me a greenhouseTo watch me grow.In daylight I could seeBut I leaned into the night carefully.Like a planter turned toward the sunYou made me face the moon,A hand reaching down from the stars,Our own photosynthesis.He could flip his … Continue reading Hands: A Poem | Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month
Light Pollution: A Poem An arch of sunOverhangs from the horizon,Soon it will leave me too.The streetlampsNo longer sulkAnd headlightsFlicker.Digital screens,Colorful signsContinue to dance.The light pollutionSoothes me,But burns the eyesOf stargazers,Planet chasers.The perspective ofBeauty.
Pebble: A Poem I wanted yourSneakersTo catch dustBy the foyer door.But after clouds rolled inAnd rain fell,My heart told meI had better luckCollecting dustOn the sills I clench tight,Waiting to see your reflectionIn the window. So I fill your shoesWith weeds and pebbles,The scraggly lumpAnd sharp bumpIn your footstepsEvermore.
Socrates: A Poem "Be as you wish to seem," said Socrates.Unleashed andRunning circles in my mind,I saw everything you wereAnd all the things you weren't.I heard the whispersThat never bounced from your tongue,And I could sort through your thoughtsLike a basket of shells.I knew what madeYour heart beat,And all the qualmsThat kept you up at … Continue reading Socrates: A Poem | Day 5 of National Poetry Writing Month
Birds: A Poem Next yearI'll track the birdsSketch their pathsAnd join the flight. I'm leaving a pastBlotched in pewter,Pursuing a futureFluttering in huesOf the bestKaleidoscopes. Legends of tomorrowsTranscribedOn wings,Catching the feathersTo save forever.
Blue: A Poem Memories acrossA silkscreen,Ink smoothing overThe empty spacesAnd soaking intoThe front of a shirtI'll always wear -The closestYou'll ever getTo my heart.A trick of the light,Our story will always beBlue.