I watch the tears fall from the sky
The man on the moon can sometimes cry
And the night folds into my soul
The day is gone, having taken its toll
Candle flame
I trace my name
Along the reaches of you heart
Where I knew from the start
I always go for the little things
The tiny bells that barely ring
The hurts you thought no one knew
I can feel too
Any door closed makes me curious
Don't tell me where I can't go—makes me furious
And the darkness can always tell how the candle likes to burn
In every little tear, there's something new to learn
And don't walk away from one more try
The man on the moon can sometimes cry
But no one bothers to stop and see
Except maybe me
(55. twenty-something/collage years, it’s still one of my favorites.)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website or you can email me directly.
~~~
(No candles, tiny bells or closed doors were harmed during the production of this post.)
~~~I do believe there's no such thing as bad writing—it's all a work in progress waiting for the write expression.~~~
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Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday, November 5, 2010
"Rainwater" (poetry)
Come down from there and play today
I am not out of reach
I want to be drenched
We can sing to the ocean
Salt harmony
Sparkling and wet
Can I teach you about me?
I see you all the time
Then you can go back to the stars
I don’t need a wish
And never mind the rainbow
I have my own
(96. rain as a playmate...? The third—and hopefully not the last—poem to win the contest about 3 years later.)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No rainwater, stars or rainbows were harmed during the production of this post.)
I am not out of reach
I want to be drenched
We can sing to the ocean
Salt harmony
Sparkling and wet
Can I teach you about me?
I see you all the time
Then you can go back to the stars
I don’t need a wish
And never mind the rainbow
I have my own
(96. rain as a playmate...? The third—and hopefully not the last—poem to win the contest about 3 years later.)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No rainwater, stars or rainbows were harmed during the production of this post.)
"The Art of Dining"
Coffee, please
Black
Yes, someone will be joining me
Soon
Sometime
Never
I like two place settings
We'll both have
The super duper
Double deluxe
For one
None
Split the order
And more coffee, please
No, no more coffee
Just the bill, please
Soon
Sometime
Never
Of course there's no one there
That's why he's buying
(84. the first poem to win National Library of Poetry contest a year after writing it!)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No coffee, place settings or bills were harmed during the production of this post.)
Black
Yes, someone will be joining me
Soon
Sometime
Never
I like two place settings
We'll both have
The super duper
Double deluxe
For one
None
Split the order
And more coffee, please
No, no more coffee
Just the bill, please
Soon
Sometime
Never
Of course there's no one there
That's why he's buying
(84. the first poem to win National Library of Poetry contest a year after writing it!)
~~~The entire chronology of poetry (aka the manuscript, “Chronologically Filed Stanzas”) is available as a pdf on my website.
~~~
(No coffee, place settings or bills were harmed during the production of this post.)
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