Today – reviewing a published poem of old (with my friends at EveryDayPoets.com )
Metronome of a Sunday Morning
http://www.everydaypoets.com/metronome-of-a-sunday-morning-by-jody-costa/
Sending poetry to the world
Today – reviewing a published poem of old (with my friends at EveryDayPoets.com )
Metronome of a Sunday Morning
http://www.everydaypoets.com/metronome-of-a-sunday-morning-by-jody-costa/
open door –
heaving
chest, it is heavy
like so many piles
of sand, what was once
beautiful becomes
a darkness smothering,
choking
like how fish
die such gruesome deaths,
-slam the door closed.
Reminds me of this poem:
Riding my bike at night (and Russian classical music)
http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/08/riding-my-bike-at-night-and-russian.html
happy rainy Monday~
black eyeliner morning
thin lines so intensely dark
dredging up emotions like those rock n roll
evenings of cigarrettes and skinny
black jeans smeared
sticky lines of whiskey, black dirt under
fingernails cracked
eyeliner like rebels haunting
a low e
hand like a vise grip
clamps not on ocean waves, so
freely we swim on.
[i am the harbinger,
the bell that tolls]
whispers from the basement dirt of a deep dark
hole, you stand on the edge and in an illusion
of free will, you jump in feet first, then frantic
free falling out of control past
dark walls with eyes reminding constantly
you did this, you did this,
you, Alice, had a choice,
[bells swing their heavy bodies, laughing
from their deep dark depths]
revisiting: Like an Old Tin Can (Peek Inside)
http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/10/like-old-tin-can-peek-inside.html
ever think about this concept? pulling back the skin, slicing back the head, peeking inside to find… to find what? what would i find in your head?
the way this art makes me feel
i am then
like a swinging porch door creaking open and banging shut
teasing in anticipation of a cool stormy breeze
and i am then
the way lovers can exchange eyes and express a novel of fantasy
without words – without time
and i am
then this streak of paint hurriedly feasting on its own kind and laying back in
carnal exhaustion.
constant buzzing
so busy these mutant bees
with their big hair and greedy eyes
chasing around the hive
the bigger and the better and
the more, more, more!
Revisiting an older poem today. Feels right~ considering the Sip N Bite just had a nice renovation 😉 Enjoy the weekend!
Sip N Bite
http://www.presssendpoetry.com/2010/02/sip-n-bite.html