My face points up starring straight into the soft folds of a vast sum composed mostly of nothings. My imagination moves to more intimate and less baron ideas. How people are puzzles whose pieces have meaning bigger than the precisely cut palpable edges of their interlocking hands. How distance paints them as one but under [...]
Posts Tagged ‘meaning’
Night Sky
Posted in Poetry, tagged date night, distance, escape, meaning, night sky, nothing, people, pieces on September 29, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Storyteller’s Lament: Instead of The Poem I Almost Wrote
Posted in Poetry, tagged butterfly coaster, change, cliche, epitomes, hand sanitizer, imagery, meaning, new, over turned sea shell, uncertainty on January 13, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Stop lights on downtown main street, over-turned farm equipment, a gun, a tear in her eyes; who hasn’t written about these? The epitomes of everyday life have bereft us of the mystery of the meaning in naturally occurring objects. Even when upsidedown. So solid that I hold onto them when the earth quakes. What about [...]
The Beggar, the Saint, and the Sign Post
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged Despair, life, meaning, paths, purpose, roads, Salvation, virtue on June 23, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Bend to me as you pass my way before you hold your head aloft in the skyward clouds of soft puffy silver hair. With your hands feel my decay, the weight of wrong skinned burdens, and a strong robust despair. Do not think your mercy pays for my freedom’s origin, the residue of Moses’ sin, [...]
Nervous Habit
Posted in Poetry, tagged habits, Language, meaning, objects, Woman, writing on February 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
I watched her hand scribble words looming lazy loops her working mind needs a working body. The objects around the room: a lamp, a bed, a map all being put to paper as cursive half-meaningful symbols. Perhaps, she thought, if these were intentioned then some meaning might cling like collecting dust. She thought about moving [...]
Every Year…
Posted in Pastoral, Poetry, tagged Bridges, meaning, Moving On, Nature, river, Words on October 7, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We never intend our voice to be a mirror after a year. Writing is a release – that means don’t come back. To cry the tear of a reader to pose a question – to describe a lack. The cocoon sealed green opens and the history of those people is a stream reflecting light. Water [...]
Mum is the word
Posted in Poetry, Sonnet, tagged History, life, meaning, mother, Poetry, Sonnet, Woman on November 1, 2007 | 1 Comment »
No one will notice a hundred years from now That she spent her life in the name of good and that her red apron, with the lonely cow, could never be as dignified as it should. Archeologists will never pour over her greatest works due to the hungry children who needed them. Nor will others write [...]
The Morning of Execution
Posted in Aubade, Epithalamium, Eulogy, Poetry, Villanelle, tagged Aubade, death, Epithalamium, Eulogy, life, Love, meaning, philosophy, Poetry, sacrifice, socrates, Villanelle on October 22, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
The incarned beauty rests reclined, her hemlock colored eyes Preparing for her test. Despite his recent arrest the horror of the loved and wise The incarned beauty rests. Alcestis’ blood pumping in her chest Her hands, resting on his thighs, Are preparing for her test. Unaware of the gathering guests and the unfurling of the elydoric skies The [...]
Poetry and Irony
Posted in Poetry, Sestina, tagged clepe, inspiration, Love, meaning, Poetry, Sestina, Woman on October 21, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Remembering the day I met you I can’t help but begin to write Of the act called our love Or the emotions of our death Are you still that much better than I? Or should I explain my poems? Can you feel the heat in which I write Or see the flames formed in my [...]
