Sending poetry to the world
Been traveling recently so that explains (but doesn’t excuse) the lack of poetry. Here’s one I’d like to feature again, since the warming weather has me all excited and twisted up in thoughts of summer beach trips….
Coming Home from the Beach Impossible
http://presssend.blogspot.com/2010/08/coming-home-from-beach-impossible.html
wine bottle tenor
singing “Ballarina -a”
to a dim lit floor.
(to some, this is a perfect evening – you know who you are)
i like a cold wind
reminds my bones rattling
what it feels to live.
the thrill is in
me imagining your gaze
as a fleck of sunlight
graces the table of my face
angles shadows like puppets
caught dancing
without strings
free to accept and love deeply.
the Indian laughs
he knows
more than he should
he plans to use it against me
bury the hachet.
i’m watching a man
watching a squirrel but who
is watching me now?
Published on EveryDayPoets.com today – so before the Super Bowl starts, read some poetry 🙂
Metronome of a Sunday Morning
http://www.everydaypoets.com/metronome-of-a-sunday-morning-by-jody-costa/
i’m featuring poet Brenda Bufalino tonight. a friend gave me her book, and i wanted to share. [Brenda, Codhill Press, i hope you don’t mind!]
From Circular Migrations, Codhill Press 2010
In Mind
Digging deep in mind
has no regrets for unpredicted
unforeseen results
yet anticipation
is the germination
to do
to make
to facilitate
to orchestrate
and then
to let the music play
the lack of ______
the quiet ache of missing
the empty white space
these are just as important
as the have, the hold
the in the flesh.
author’s note… it seems fitting that i find this poem to be completely unfinished.
My cat and
I
live now in a tent sometimes
my car
and when she talks to me
she says – do it!
You do it! Dream it!
Be it!
Don’t confine yourself to him –
Don’t live in that little square –
Spend it!
Be it!!
Feel it cat – that high high high!!!
We can go anywhere you and me…
Oh cat, no mind! let’s pick up and go!!
We can live in Costa Rica
where the black sand welcomes
misfits and we
can plunge in with all our clothes on!!!
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