SORRY I'VE BEEN SO BUSY!

I have missed you all very much. I got so busy I didn't have time to blog or write poetry. It was really terrible. As pennance I post a new poem which experienced a rather emotional birth this afternoon. I can't wait to see everybodies blogs. I can't wait to get caught up on all of your doings!

oui

starving on the apricot cross
I believe in the mysteries
starving in your gaze
fondly returned
I also believe in the obvious
you play like a kitten in my lap
yet you are trying to kill me
you need no absolution
it is your act of grace
that like a serial killer
you stalk salvation

come to me trembling with
the rage that is love
bend back the limbs
that gave you no freedom
there is only one moment left
between the future and the past
and it is ours

scholarship

quietly in the morning
the silence is ownable
your eyes watching me
your laughter
the way your attention
stalked my hours
were not
still there is not a moment
I would change

so I sit
pretending life
marches like a tea cup
that there never really was
any color to sunlight
and that one day
is just as the next
at the office

working late

darkness is a story I tell to myself
it keeps me from being lonely
desires burn in this darkness
as if it were some volcanic world
desires erupt in the dark
glowing creation
something new
at the expense of the old
what was there
is forever changed
what was
is no more
what will be
will destroy all that I know
in the end
in darkness
only I remain
the story I have told
has put me by myself
the last warrior
making peace
with nature’s anarchy

looking for the larger view

please help me write this down
there is a disaster that claims all life
I see it in pony tails
and friendly get-togethers
I need to celebrate the life that was
before we sang yesterday
and sniffed a little
I need to know it as if
I didn’t live here
in the disaster
discovered as a child
the brutal love I recall
that became a habit
and sticks like glue
in the span between
God’s earrings
and forever

Impermanence

This is the worry, you see,
that in the end
the air will disappear;
there will be nothing
and nothing will not sing any song.
Butterflies will tremble
in some new air
somewhere
wings healing from
smallness will never
swim through the passion
that our lungs felt
(with that air
knocked rock hard
and hammered into
wordless headstones).

Do say I loved you –
that we knew eternity
before we wore out
and sank into
that rugged, wooden night.

Tell someone we
were a something
that mattered.

fluid mood mystery

Liquid music
moonlight
floating on the
surface of a
puddle
makes us
calm
a tonic
we drink
or
memories
rippling in and out
of workweek
days in
vacation moments
that settle in
the sun quietly sinking
down the ocean a trillion lives deep

paradox

the song that sang
of the little else
beside what we felt
will not endure
because there
is no place for it
in the bedlam cosmos
of our passion
no matter how
long ago
it made today
and tomorrow real

Outside the disco

Harmed by the view
like a moth,
she stays in the
chilled light of evening.
While winter stretched its arms,
she withdrew all offers –
steaming, sucking teardrops
in gulps
from the ice air
of a winter’s night.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY!

Woman

There is the darkness
and the light -
you are gracious.

There is time –
in your presence
it has flesh, length.

Sound becomes melody,
poetry.
Poetry becomes
intoxicated words
that are our escape,
our hope -

the mythology of our hearts
is the whisper of your name.

driven all the way

looking for the right words
need is hard
like a big nail
hit so hard
it is countersunk
in a living tree

its like an illness
the only illness
the final illness
the one that cures me

I’m dying of something worse


This poem was originally published in Autumn Leaves

Black Ice

The flared match has an old face in it. The pair of hands moves and the glow does a young face. Then only two tiny sunsets are sucking wind in shadow’s cosmos. In the night the black ice rules, the dome of dark is endless and the dawn is after eternity. Drink the black water; ride the black wagon; laugh loud and full to drink the darkness. Do not look. You cannot see. Do not wait, the night is endless. Do not wish, this is the time of dreams and later is only the now you can’t avoid. It has already arrived against your wish. No matter where we go it is dark, no matter how many lights we turn on. We are naked and it is dark.

Katy did it to me again!

A list of my 20 favorite movies (in no particular order):

1. Groundhog Day
2. Star Wars – The Empire Strikes Back
3. The Third Man
4. The Shining
5. A Touch of Evil
6. Psycho (the original)
7. Vertigo
8. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
9. Men in Black
10. Back to the Future 1
11. Matrix
12. Amadeus
13. Blade Runner (Director’s Cut)
14. The Rear Window
15. Throw Momma from the Train
16. Good Will Hunting
17. Dead Poets Society
18. Rainman
19. Finding Forrester
20. Once Upon a Time in the West
21. Raiders of the Lost Ark
22. Romancing the Stone
23. The Piano Movers
24. The Silence of the Lambs
25. The Bank Dick
26. The Maltese Falcon
27. You Can't Cheat an Honest Man
28. Casablanca
29. Mad Max - Beyond Thunderdome
30. Road Warrior

And that is not all, I probably need to do my favorite 50 to really cover my all time favs.

This is an interesting exercise! I tag Gulnaz, Sue Hardy Dawson, Gautami S. Tripathy, Ozy, Schadenfraulines, and Cecilia