watercolor paints December 4, 2009

the common beauty
of blue circles
and the rarity
and idea of inchworms
in the absence of my childhood
are things I cling to
when my tongue gets
stuck
to the roof of my mouth
and all the ideas
I’ve ever know
are plastered to the walls
of a coffee shop I might be sitting in
like awkward paintings
the rhetoric against mainstream
art
or in the bark of all the [...]

Nature Is My Mirror October 26, 2009

I recognized it immediately
the shambled garden
its tomato plants
leaning
through their tilted cages
worn by the weather
sad leaning
leaves wilting
a trying
and I cried
Then I saw them
the colors
smooth warm oranges
and brilliant reds
bright circles
so stark against
the faded
greens
curled leaves
the shiny midnight purple
glow
of tiny round berries
on a plant I’ve never noticed
I looked up
red berries
on a climbing vine
the surprising
cylindrical
blood red
fruits of the evergreen
Why have [...]

Weeping Willows September 30, 2009

How do you mourn something as big as your whole childhood,your purity,your innocence–Scars
deeper than the thick barkriver bedsrunning down a grandfather tree’s trunkonto your baby skin–How long must I cryover the fear and the pain,the earth shattering sadnessthe color ofdriftless hillsideswhen tornadoes threaten to blow through,and the sunlight looks unnaturalmirrors the way I feelas I [...]

unentitled September 28, 2009

i am only a tiny mountain stream
bed
holding
this cold and bubbling
crystal clear
light
at times
until i become its shape
know what it’s like
to be water
to be life
like the roots of trees
or the tiny red of a bird
migrating
over these vast lands
i do not forget
where i have come from
the rocks
of stream beds
and the water together
sing these songs
make this melody of remembrance
like [...]

exercise August 31, 2009

Her bulletproof ego
lacked the where-with-all to know
when to stop.
And, the lack of antiperspirant didn’t help
either.
The ride was beautiful.
Without a doubt, the most
beautiful
thing she had seen in a while.
The colors were so stark.
The bright blue of chicory flowers
lining the path.
The exact clearness of the water’s mechanics,
the roundness and greeness of water lilies
scattered there.
Everywhere,
there were bright splashes
of [...]

The Sun Is A Star August 21, 2009

i’m crying again
the cycle begins
it’s always the same
another night in the rain
something like a song escapes my lips
it’s not good enough
it never was
i’m not sure who you are anymore
there’s a time lapse
i’m surpassed
and there’s not a single star inside the sky
or in my eyes
i’m sorry
i’m not who you want me to be
i’m sorry
i’m just a [...]

soul searching and the lilac [take one] May 27, 2009

The sun is rising out over the city’s wet gray presence.
The air molecules are lightening,
becoming thinner,
turning a less opaque shade of gray.
The trees seem to notice, as they wave a little faster,
soaking in a denser sunlight, a brighter shade of blue.
Who am I?
I am the shade of green
that covers the leaves of the lilac
bush
brushes up [...]

waterfalls are all around May 9, 2009

waterfalls are all around
can’t keep my feet up off the ground
i hear some singing in the rain
i feel something like a change
in my heart
i think it’s spring
i see a ring of light explode,
spread over the horizon’s knoll
there is a color i’ve seen before
it changes everything it knows
it’s reaching for
my toes
i think i’ll let it touch [...]

Willow Tree In The Winter Time November 26, 2008

i decided this blog could use some affection, so here’s a fresh piece of poetry love.
Willow Tree in the Winter Time
i saw a branchfrozencaked in snow and icedangled with iciclestheir tangled fingershanging onpulling the branches straight downto the wateri am that branch
i saw the sunlightcaress the details of the tree barkhigher up on the treei [...]

Once at Roche-A-Cri May 9, 2007

I have been a piece of driftwood
floating
rough and tumble
edges jagged
rusted out
faded into the water’s deep blue,
the color of ebony and earth
and sky white
clouded over.
I have seen the waves’ crystal
tingles,
the ever twinkling water stars,
the black caps and licks of waves
from atop the breathing
water.
I have spun the same way
as water,
with the same under current,
that circle of diving
that [...]