42 Poems
From the file I found the other day. . .
afternoon
listening to
scratchy 45’s
spinning
on the turntable
*
The Boy
He grows more and more like you
every day.
I love it
and it scares me.
I fell for him even before he
cried for the first time.
I imagine you’ll play together some day –
I can’t wait to see it.
He sits and writes music
that I can hear.
Your voice, your words appear in his hand –
only left to your right.
*
Canvas
Gesso was dried beneath my fingernails
and cobalt streaked my blue jeans.
It matched the ferrule of the red sable #3
holding the twist of my hair
and the strip of torn canvas stuck to my shoe.
*
Colors of the Status Quo
The painted plaid of pitiful conservatism.
*
The Death of Hope
Shattered dreams are shattered dreams,
no matter how or why –
you’re still lying in pieces on the ground.
*
Distorted
muted, blurry image
like looking through
ice on a window
*
Egregious
The
despicable
sense
of entitlement
*
The Elms
On the far side of a sunny wood,
stands a small shack –
a playhouse
for explorers and woodsmen
under ten.
There, happy little boys are having lunch
beneath towering elms
that knew the laughter of
their great grandfathers.
*
English Countryside
Here, the sun shines a little bit brighter
the breeze just a bit softer, more relaxing
and the flowers smell a bit sweeter.
*
ER
The light in the waiting room flickered
through the scent of
stale cigarettes and beer
There was blood on the floor
but no one seemed to notice.
*
Fractal
you hurl me into discord
with your psychotropic trill
*
Glass Like Diamonds
Like a trillion slivered shards
reflecting the light
as they sink through the water
*
Ireland
A land shrouded in mystical wonder –
sea-faring Celtic warriors,
a people one with the earth,
steadfast in their work,
fiercely loyal to family, faith, land
and devoted to their king.
The Emerald Isle –
a patchwork of farmers, fishermen
and wandering gypsies,
poets and bards
inspired by her shores.
Castles of stone,
meadows of lowing cows – red and white,
sheep milling about,
being shepherded by shaggy dogs.
A land where my father would have been king -
where our blood knows the pulse of rivers
and our hearts are content.
*
Justification
If you never wholeheartedly attempt
to live up to your potential,
you can never fail.
*
The Locket
She had a heart like cotton candy –
light and sweet –
a smile that was quick to appear
and tears that seldom showed.
She kept them in a locket
that hung close to her heart.
*
Marmalade Skies
The setting sun falls from marmalade skies.
*
Offering
a little boy
dressed in white
holding
a bouquet of
tiny pink roses
*
One Voice
In time,
the fragmented shards
of your own inner being
will heal,
fuse
into a singular voice.
*
Prisoner of Ignorance
Deep within the volumes of a chained library
was a note
inscribed by the steady hand of a wife
who was not supposed to be able to read –
a secret skill which gave her more escape
than any affair ever could.
*
Proclamation
“I Love That Boy!” she proclaimed,
spinning circles
arms wide to the sky.
*
Quest
lives that mesh together
*
A Quiet Lullaby
A mother stands at the clothesline
humming a lullaby
The warm wind does its best
to clear her clouded mind.
*
Realization
People fight
in all languages
*
Sassy
You are the King
of my universe.
Rule it.
*
Self-Fulfilling Prophecy
Believe you will fail,
and you will.
*
Sign
dreams of her
invade
your consciousness
*
Singed
Like molten lava,
thick and slow,
reaching out
to kiss the green lawn,
hugging icicles into steam. . .
*
Sleep Invades
Sleep invades
my consciousness
as I
claw my way
back to lucid
*
Something to Believe In
The hopes of a desperate heart,
became the wealth of nations,
the prosperity that fed their hungry masses.
*
Splash of Color
My green pen
lays down ink
my purple pen
cannot.
Of that,
I can assure you.
*
Still Life
Bathed in a golden light
and suspended motionless against time
*
Sugar Hill
Sittin in the park
lookin up at Sugar Hill
where life is sweet
*
The Sun Burned Orange
The sun burned orange against the building
and in the windows of the cars across the street.
*
Talisman
A small jade elephant
hung from her neck
by a silver thread.
*
Tangled
I’ve been stuck in fantasy lately.
Stay there til Sunday morning.
Tangled up in blankets,
such a beautiful mess.
*
Tangy
Savor the words
like succulent fruits
whose juice
glistens
on your lips
*
The things of childhood
Playdoh, Legos, Linkin’ Logs,
Erector sets, Connex,
fingerpaints
and pots and pans
Measuring cups in the sandbox
and sandbox toys in the bathtub.
Jugs of bubble juice
and Chiclets,
yellow galoshes and
Silly Putty
Lace Easter bonnets
and patent leather shoes,
clip on ties (over camo t-shirts)
Buttercups and dandelions in a Dixie cup
for you,
with love,
on a sunny day
*
A Toast
Here’s to happiness by the spoonful
and enjoying every moment –
*
Turns Out I Was Wrong
It was all a rouse.
After fifteen years,
it turns out I was searching for him,
not you.
Preparing to be with him,
knowing him.
The evening will be warm
and laughter abound.
I wonder briefly what you will say –
the look in your eyes when I walk in with him.
*
The Waters of Tumult
The images
of my words
call out to you,
stirring the
waters of tumult
*
The White Moth
All weekend,
I was the only person in the carriage house.
For two days, there was a furry, white,
wooly mammoth moth
on the wall by the laundry room.
Every time I walked by and it was there, I thought,
“Wow. That is so beautiful.”
Today, I walked by on my way to the kitchen,
and it was smashed against the wall –
a smear of guts
and on the floor,
the crushed remains, twisted and torn.
*
Wild
unabashed
rogue spirit
dancing beneath
the
cool white moon
Posted by Amanda at February 11, 2005 08:12 PM
