we speak in riddles and doublespeak and half-finished glances i am tired of never saying what i mean and hoping you understand me: coy but ready you: distant but yearning everything is artifice and we are just playing parts Day 3-Write about interpersonal relationships and the games we play to avoid vulnerability.
Today was a good day, but…
I have not quite burned down this house let’s call it a coat that I have hung up in the summer months a house feels too large and too final a thing and I fear that winter will find mind me and I will be all to ready to drape myself in old sorrows. Day 2- Write a poem that addresses at least one other poem and/or poet by name. You might imitate, parody, disagree with, champion, or generally respond to the other poem and poet. I chose A Good Day by Kait Rokowski
Housekeeping
I’m about to post a bunch of poems from the various half-finished poetry challenges I’ve started for 2015. Enjoy. Promptly in January For My Girl April 2015
Love Like a Mango
Dec 22, 2014 There was a fullness to our love like that mango just within your reach unblemished and warm falling straight into your palm eaten under the shade of the tree juice dripping down your elbow temporary in its bliss, but perfect in that moment.
always in the quiet hours (22 sept 2014)
at night i ask when will i relearn to love myself in the quiet hours
lessons i have yet to learn
(22 July 2014) Things that start with “maybe if I” and end with “then I will feel better’ rarely ever work. Happiness will not come from someone else’s touch there is nothing and noone you can put in your mouth or on your body that can bring you joy.
27 april 2014
self-loathing: i find myself relieved when vile men can still find this expanse of flesh appetizing
24 april 2014
you are not a graceful sleeper but i have learned to love your sprawled sighs when i can’t sleep.
primary caregiver
(july 2013) Step one of growing older in the presence of the elderly: observe how the giants of your childhood wither into frailtyStep two: begin to second guess every eccentricity Is this what they meant by signs to look for?When did she get so small?How could she have ever forgotten my birthday?Step three: dance around her with the nervousness reserved for the ill.She will look at you with the resentment that can only come from those whom illness has only left shame and regret. Step four: begin to hold her hand again. It is one to thing to care for…
bankrupt
(oct. 2013) Part of me longs for richness With wealth comes the freedom To make your home in whatever place you like. Tell me that true wealth comes from loving And I will tell you that love goes far But cannot feed empty bellies You cannot pay bills on love alone And too much of this life comes with a price. Tell me I cannot eat money But tell me what I can eat without it. Tell me that true wealth comes from the people you hold in you heart And I will tell you that there are people Who…