"Your eyes look better now," they say

Poets United gave the prompt of LOVE this week.  Ugh. 
I had to really reach deep for this one.  Thanks guys. 

Bubbles of life float through my veins

The edges become blurry and sharp all at once

 in a manicky rush of heat

Flying, flying, flying

I've been here in a dream.

Furry animals scurry up my feet.

Swinging on this end of the see saw

brings with it lime green heartbeats in every pore

And cotton candy brainwaves in every inch.

Up, Up, Up

I go

to the edge of the sky pyramid

and then decide to kiss the birds goodbye

                                        just for now.

For now

i will live with concrete veins

at the edge of a tarpit

watching bohemoths sink and struggle.

Today i will go against every instinct i have

and trust another creature

Is this love?



Don't Take a Snail to the Moon

I once rode a snail to the moon.

The cloudy bright skies

started to hurt my poor eyes

And i guess i'll return not so soon.

      I think anticipation of National Poetry Month has me bringing out my inner child.  As Mark Twain once said, "Life is too important to be taken seriously."  This is in response to the prompt of Trips and Travels at Jingle Poetry.

The Heiress

The ghost of the dead heiress
hovers anxiously over the crowd of bargainers below
Who rifle through her dusty hat boxes,
mothy mink coats, sour-smelling bathroom curtains
and unmailed Christmas cards

"Fifty cents?" an onlooker haggles
while Her Majesty bites ethereal lips overhead.
Another barters two bucks for her umbrella,
the one with the crystal-laden handle
she bought in Paris in 1929

Like the grimy recipe cards strewn on the floor,
she collapses in their midst dramatically.
The heiress's estate is picked over by these wretches,
her earthly possessions divied out
in effortless Saturday afternoon transactions.

Sobbing invisibly from above
the ghost knows that her decadent umbrella
will never again smell of the Paris rain
or shelter her frigid skin
from the unforgiving elements


This poem was written for Jingle's Poetry Potluck--the prompt this week was "Trips, Travels, and Vacations."  Visit her page for more wonderful entries!

The Glare

photography by Roger Allen Baut, courtesy of One Stop Poetry

The last thing she saw

was the inside of the windshield,

and thought how beautiful it was

up close

and wondered how many other sights

she had missed

being busy

looking past them

Ego

             I ran up the mountain
              and stood on the shore
             I slayed the dragon
              and asked for some more
             I swam the depths
              of the ocean so blue
             I chased down a demon
              and was reborn anew
             I walked through the fire
              and held out my hand
             I challenged God to a duel
              it was all in my plan
             I bade the stars to come close
              they wimpered and fell
             I ran the universe
              all by myself fairly well
             I re-wrote the story
              to bend time clearly
             Then i made it all come true
               Almost... Just nearly.

I had fun making this one!  I had fun imitating Dr. Seuss for a minute, at least :)   This was written in response to the the Sunday Scribbling's prompt this week.

Exhibit K

This poem was written for Magpie Tales #58

My dignity tacked up on a wall

like some ancient weaponry

of a long-forgotten battle

The museum curator 

(for posterity)

dusts off my soul 

  held inside a shoddy display case

I will only know this wall,

his calloused grip,

and strangers' eyes.

I will never again know

the elevation of victory,

the spoils of war,

the inside of you.

A to Z Challenge to the Blogosphere

          Who's up for the challenge?  Personally i will be impressed if i can make it halfway through the month...i have a tendency to be an excellent starter but a not-so-excellent finisher.  That being said, i stumbled across this challenge on a fellow blogger's page and the idea caught my attention. 
         Why NOT try to post something every day, specifically related to a particular letter of the alphabet?  I am trying to change my life using baby steps.  This challenge seemed like a fun "baby-step" to keeping my words flowing...does it sound like i am hyping myself up?  Cuz i am!  Come on, it'll be great!  I swear!  (and we don't have to do it on Sundays...even bloggers must rest on the seventh day)

     

Easy Art for the Non-Artsy

How much fun is this tool you guys? --->  a word cloud from made from all of my most frequently used words in 2010  http://www.wordle.net/  (one of those websites that i could play for hours on...you simply input desired text or give your blog address and they do the rest!)

Deception

The measure of a lie

Exceeds all physical boundaries

of space and time

Cutting the beat of the heart

to silence

Silence that screams louder than any dying star

A supernova

Extinguishing its last light of existence

in a petulant universe

The space where you once were

Collapses in on itself

And all that remains

is an undetectable pull--

the gravitation of our dark matter.



...but you get what you need...

Can i borrow your hope?
Mine's running thin.
And i don't know how many more miles until relief appears.


I promise i'll pay you back someday
when i am brimming to the top
and you are low


Sit with me and hope
i can feel your warmth
regenerating my core


a few more miles
a few more days
and we can look back together


and wonder how it all happened.

Transformations all around!

Hello long lost companions!

My, how time flies.  And then stagnates.  And then flies.  As an addict, i frequently cycle between obsessions, one being writing.  I can't believe it's been three months that i've been silent.  Not on purpose, simply distracted by other wonderful distractions--such as reading, homework, painting, exercising, and quitting smoking.  (Some have been more enjoyable than others.)
But, alas, i return to you with an open heart and fresh ink.  I have missed reading your work and the comraderie of our mutual language, and i hope you have missed mine, as i have missed writing.  That being said, i propose my newest creation, entitled:

Shattering the Sky

Sometimes I wonder about the Little Bird

struggling inside his shell

as his tiny beak attempts to crack

the concrete shield encompassing him.

Every now and then

he must collapse

shrinking back in defeat

Little wings aching

from pounding fruitlessly

Little welts growing

on the thin membrane of his flippers

Everytime Little Bird tries to find

a new spot to punch

he is met with resounding echoes

from a callous wall.

How many of these new babies collapse

into hopelessness, certain

that there is nothing beyond the great white void...

and that breaking what traps them

would be akin to

breaking the sky?

Little bird yells:

Is there no life beyond this egg?

How do you know you are inside an egg

when you've never been outside an egg?

Little bird must rely

on some suspicious inner Voice

telling him that someday

the echoes of resistance will

sound like

the cracking of the universe...

Voice whispers:

The pain in your wings is temporary.

If you give up now, you will miss out on everything.

But you gotta earn it.

At brief times, i think

Little Bird hears this Voice clearly.

Most times, though, his walls remain silent

save for the thumping

 of his tiny head.

Nevertheless

he makes a choice to keep struggling

because at all times,

he is sure

that he is not home

yet.