Saturday, 19. December 2009, 23:21:21
Writing, Poetry, Cold, Winter
I love cold days
shivery, dry leafy
icy windowy
where are my gloves days
I love cold days
long-gone and forgotten summery
wrapped-up jackety
where is my ice scraper days
I love cold days
windy, warm blankety
curl-up on the couchity
where is my remote days
I love cold days
Sunday, 24. May 2009, 22:37:22
Writing, Poetry, Rain
I love the rain
Or should I say
I admire it,
am fascinated by it,
am in awe of it?
No matter; that's just semantics
It can tap a muted message
a soft reminder on the window's face
It can rage and ruin
tearing down walls and lives
It writes romantic notes
for those of us that wish to read them
Sings praises on young crops
That would otherwise die without it
Thunders out threats
in a deep voice; warning of impending doom
Washing away solid rock
and raising already angry rivers,
it flows over the banks and down the hills
bringing life yet taking it away as well
It sometimes comes without warning and leaves the same way
without much evidence it was ever there
Liquid irony
Sunday, 5. April 2009, 14:12:32
Writing, Poetry, Dad
The Last Day at the Lake
A Poem
Someone said it was illegal
Spreading your ashes over the lake
But we didn’t care
Last wishes trump dubious laws
The day had a brightness to it
Shining like chrome and hurting our eyes
But we didn’t notice
Light silently crashing on waiting water
We laughed too loud, uncomfortable
Counting the long seconds in our heads
But we didn’t acknowledge
Looking around with hands in pockets
Nobody wanted to do the honors
No one wanted to make the first move
But we didn’t argue
Letting the oldest sibling take charge
It shouldn’t have gone like that
Unceremonious and without words
But we didn’t complain
Later I said words of my own
Wednesday, 5. November 2008, 20:51:26
Writing, Poetry, Food, Weight Loss
A Poem
I am a Fatassaurus today
I have no switch to turn off my addiction
Dinosaur scales
Huge bones
Large teeth
Eating everything in sight
I am a Fatassaurus today
I have no clue of impending extinction
Dinosaur food
Massive legs
Large belly
Walking only far enough to find more
I am a Fatassaurus today
I have no qualms about eating to suffocation
Dinosaur appetite
Gigantic feet
Large mouth
Craving more and more like a baby bird
I am a Fatassaurus today
I have a bellyache the size of a small nation
Dinosaur brain
Humongous carcass
Chunky arms
Sleeping just to wake up tomorrow again
and EAT.
Wednesday, 13. August 2008, 20:37:25
Writing, Poetry, How I Feel Today
How I Feel Today
you misunderstood me
took me wrong
shook me
showered me with the cold water of caution
you miscategorized me
made me criminal
slandered me
poked me with the sharp stick of accusation
you mistook me
for someone weak
little me
branded me with the cracked mirror of delusion
Thursday, 5. June 2008, 22:47:53
Writing, Poetry
I Traveled Last Night
In my dream, I visited your country
Not-so-distant smoke (or is it steam?) rises, curls up,
and slithers into the clear air
Making it shimmer in a silvery fog between me and the horizon
I can’t see the hills, but somehow know they exist
The roots of nearby trees spell out something I can’t read
Because I don’t speak the language that they do
It reminds me of Arizona, but the dirt is not red
I cannot count the alien colors, smells and textures
Not known to me, tapping my senses on the shoulder
Wanting attention, all of them at once, like children
I can’t focus because of the mist, but a clock strikes; time runs out
And I’m awake but still standing on that foreign beach
Driftwood comes in on a wave and rests at my bare feet
When I open my eyes, the smell of the slow, growling ocean
is still around me
But I see only my silent room of familiar, aging furniture
And my carpet the color of sand
WIDGETIZE