Ophelia

From the once crisp leaves of the lonely volume cried the sacred voice of ages past Her soul screams of the maddening love that possessed her Skin, soft. Lips, red. And furiously searching eyes had once been mirrored in the reflection of this now sullied corpse Persuasive words fallen from the princely mouth of the…

‘i carry your heart’ by E.E. Cummings

Happy Valentine’s Day! Today I honor the talented E.E. Cummings by posting his fantastic poem about love that is enduring, whether it’s romance or friendship.   i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by…

To name a friend

I’ll hide your name in between rhymes ’cause I don’t like to face particulars in my poetry time.I’ll hide your name in the sky in a memory of so many planes flying by  It is too difficult Forcing a cadence into the swarming hurt. I could probably find a pleasant metaphor to buttress a different…

Kites Shooting for the Stars

Remembering the face of The taste of Oxygen in the lungs of my heart Remember the place of The dance of when a new life begins to start Remembering the time how The way of Clouds lifting from scars Remembering the feel of The sound of Kites shooting for the stars Remembering the touch of…

Layaway

No feelings owed for two to five years. Make a future commitment For one tiny price. Today I put my heart on layaway The plan bought and sold a single minute for my cards to fold “It’s easy . It’s simple.” Promises made risks to be minimal One small payment here A sample of affection…

Puttin on my Nashville Boots

Here I found all I need was some new heels to click against the ground so dangling sounds to softly pound by my ear drum hearing beats taking me across crowded 1 am downtown streets. Things were easier in my flower print dress. Summertime tans tell me this day was a success. Staring down the…

This month births tragedies.

    No one told me to wear armor today. I really didn’t know. I wasn’t totally awake when the blows started. And, to be honest, it’s been like this two weeks. Waking up to unexpected battles. I wasn’t able to dodge the news about Dan’s death.   And there was more. Nothing softened the…

It’s the boy holding flours

It’s the boy holding flours at your doorstep and all you can think about is that maybe someday he might hold hands with you.  This is somewhere around the time where Sinatra crooned about Guys and Dolls, and Freddie and Ginger Waltz in the background.  “You are a murderer of love,” the die-hard honest fourteen…

Living in a shoe Waiting for you

Criss-cross applesauce And three text messages tell you I’m happy. One-two buckle my shoe and I might believe in love again. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Inflating my heart with dreams is my new trick. I couldn’t be me without counting to three and hoping for One day with you, a baby and me.