Sunday, September 22, 2013

Happy Fall! Here are 2 new poems for you.

I Am The Envy

A gentle wind rocks the big chime
Which tickles its song to the sky

Birds flutter at the three hanging feeders,
A banquet for the taking.
Squirrels forage for walnuts and apples.
All competing with obnoxious blue jays
Who throw their weight around
To steal it all
and bury their loot like pirates.

I will light a campfire here,
Pick some fresh collards
and marvel at the fertile soil
From which pumpkins spring out
Among Johnny Jump Ups and chard.

Beauty to eat, beauty to see
Bask in and feel,
I am the envy of the lone sailboat,
and calculating cyclists.



Impending Storm

A shrill scream
Rocks the nearby trees
While a hummingbird chases
Down a red trumpet flower
For its last drop-

Stray sunflowers
Spring up where random
Seeds fell from
The beaks of careless jays
Rare bits of sunshine waving
This side of Google Earth.

The wind is picking up.
Morning fog has lifted
To reveal a muggy storm
I must smoke a cigarette in.
Birds have scattered.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

A Signal Flare

Can you see me now?

Its midnight in the dark
and I've raised my shirt,
Lifting my arms up to the weeping sky.

I reclaimed my freedom
and opened my breast to rain's kiss-
Feeling, sending, opening up
A torrent within this monsoon
I've had brewing inside for years.

What message can I send to you
Half nude, dripping wet,
Feeling free and vulnerable
To the elements and the peeping Toms
and it's all just so somehow,
Against all hope and reason
You might find me.

Searching, I'm always searching
For breaks in the clouds,
Thinking one day you'd be there,
Impish smile cast upon weary eyes
Twinkling, fingers curling.

Can you see me now?
My skin shines bright against the streetlight
While at the same time
I'm trying to hide
What sparks fly when I think of you.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

A Partial Suicide

I want.  I want.  I want
You alive, here with me-
and in each day of God's cruel trick
It's all about the drowning of sorrows
In smoke, knowing in each
Person you meet, there is always goodbye.
I live as a dead crab's claw,
I don't want to let go.
It is the final choice of this dying sow
That I accept you are gone
As I lie down to murder this piece of me
At last, a partial suicide
Nestling near my breast for eight years.

You're gone, but I remain.
Flower lost to the world, but the root runs deep.
I've had to pull it out
Because I was strangled
and forgot how to breathe without you.

Fare thee well, love
But I am still idealistic that you
Are out there somewhere,
Heart beating to my soul's rhythm
Awaiting that first call.
Resurrection.