26 September 2010

A Poem in Four Acts













i.
goodmorningyou, hesitant to
greet(how you put up a fight)the
waking world,
tangled in cotton protectors,
strands everywhichway,
blockading those pools i adore,
with vocal chords only
capable
of quiet(content)eruptions;

ii.
to goodafternoonyou, adventurous
and bursting through the
metaphoric(literal)walls,
absorbing the seasonal sun
and passing breeze,
toes wriggling with(in) their
unwelcome confines,
dashing forward
at the speed of something in
be
tween
lightandsound;

iii.
to goodnightyou, connecting
with the
out-there-world before
wrapping me up in everything you
are,
heating my skin with your skin(i've
good circulation),and
mingling my breath with your
breath,
until we come together in
ways only we can(only you,only me),
hesitant to leave each other's
head(how we put up a fight),as
we tangle ourselves in cotton protectors
and each other,
our vocal cho(harmonious)rds only
capable of exhausted(arduous)eruptions;

iv.
to everyyou that i can manage
to find,
and how i adore
eachandeveryone
down to the most miniscule(microscopic)cell
in this tired body
with all of my might.

22 September 2010

Jaws Theme













to stay afloat
in a sea so intent
on letting(demanding that)you drown
is just asking for trouble
for which no one is really
prepared(as if they can).

but kick harder,
won't you?
paddle stronger,
won't you?

tread the water.

stay afloat.

stay alive.

18 September 2010

A 10.0 on the Richter Scale
















it's in the way
i can curl up
i n y o u,
like an old familiar story.

it's the way
you warm me
like a cup of steaming
tea,
enveloped by
chilled fingers.

it's the way
you call to me,
i the navigator
with a compass
that points
home.

it's the way
you find me
when i am lost,
tugging gently
at the laces of my
shoes to bring my
feet back down.

it's the way
i love you
when you steal my words
and steal my breath,
that i know that

no matter what the world brings
and no matter what the world steals
and no matter what the world is,

things,

you,

i,

us,

are going
to be

okay.

08 September 2010

Fly Away Home


to feel at
home
in a place so far from
the dwelling, officially termed,

to feel a
love
in a place overflowing with
strangers and unfamiliar faces,

to feel that
peace
in a place as tumultuous
as anywhere to Timbuktu,

to feel a
"something"
that has no name but
is stronger than the Himalayas,

to feel a
loss
at having once found it all,
hoping one's feet will somehow
wander back to those
cobblestone paths
and overgrown mews,
to the "ou" instead of "o" and "s" instead of "z,"
to the dreaded prawn-flavored-everythings,

to the seed that has found its landing,
knowing that if it only had the chance,
with perhaps a bit of sun and
a bit of water,
it could blossom into
something

spectacular.

02 September 2010

I Am No David


an empty page
is more intimidating
than Goliath,
as it beckons you
to fill it, to satisfy it,
and when your pen
has run out of ink,
and your mind has
run out of thoughts,
what choice do you have
but to
surrender?

01 September 2010

Cyclical Motion





the trickling stream is
destined for greater things;
poured into the sea and into the bay,
tripping into the ocean and then
upwards to the sky,
only to come back down to its
humble, bubbling brook.
so are we, destined for greater things,
always meant to come back
to where it all began.