only only only
if i could
look like you
it would be
so
thrilling
what it must be like
to have
those stares
those flowering words
those bones
so
light as air.
Category Archives: poetry
traveling around the world
my first time around the world
i had short hair
and packed every lotion and anti-wrinkle cream
till my white t-shirts
stained brown
and i had to leave
a piece in every country.
my second time around the world
hair had more split ends tied back
and my pack held what i learned
from those
wandering souls on the
road more worn than i had
ever originally guessed.
now… i am wandering, hanging out
and my hair is a wild kingdom of creatures
living quite contently with me
barefoot, light weight as air
each step
leaves an imprint
till bit by bit i’m gone.
thinking of Baltimore
some older ones about the city …
silk road (haiku)
at 4 am it
seems like a razor slices
the narrowest vein.
till ribbons of silk
take to the road on camel
leaving naught but dust.
dreams like those
with every sleeping breath
a reaching sigh
a thought a desire
sends twisting sheets
into knots.
revisiting the past
a few older poems….there is no common thread that i know of – just picked them out randomly. a reminder to scroll back through ones from last year!
how they hang on
all these loves like ghosts –
how they hang on,
with energy enough
to throw plates
yet the vision of which
is leftover rain
sneaking across the
summer screens…
train whistle in the rain
From Alice B. Johnson’s “Where Children Live” (my great-grandmother’s book of poetry)
Why must I sleep so lightly when the rain
Beats dismally against my window pane,
Through dark and endless hours of the night
That fill themselves with loneliness and fright?
Why must I lay awake and sometimes hear,
Not only rain — but suddenly and clear,
The whistle of a speeding troop-filled train?
Such lonely sounds at night —
Train whistle —
Rain.
south of the park (patterson, baltimore)
we us and those like us
we live south
of the large green expanse
of city lawn
never venturing north
staying away
far away
and shutting our doors locking them
as soon as the sun
dips down
in case someone north
gets anxious
and wants more.
untitled (big bang)
if you were there you heard only static
like
a steady hum
until the collisions happened
and then
things
were born and
things started accelerating out
now all these things
mean so little
make no sound in the vacuum
of space
but they keep pushing
outward.
[author’s note – Blogger has been down the past several days! We’re back up and running now – thanks for your patience! I also had the special joy of seeing my little sister get married this weekend! It was beyond amazing! I’m so happy for Leanne and Gary!]
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