Poetry Thursday-ish #8

Years ago when I was writing poetry more often, I thought a good name for a collection would be Tree With a Heart. That name has sort of stuck with me even as my delusions of grandeur have passed. I don’t know if I ever wrote a poem with that title, but this morning the words to one just flowed. Also, I realize it’s been almost a year since I posted my last poem. I love October and Autumn and there must be something about this time of year that shakes the words a little looser than normal. I’m grateful for that. 20171010_102816

Tree With a Heart

Tree with a heart
carved into it
the years ago
of you
and I
the days of
whispers
and kisses
and stolen
time
when clouds
were gray and
our
eyes bright
and leaves
of red
cascaded
down
and a pocket
knife
sealed our fate
our love
forever
at least
until
the ages
crumble
into a last
and lone
goodbye
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Poetry Thursday-ish #7

I haven’t blogged in forever. Nor have I written a poem in forever. Life happens and sometimes – ok, a lot of times – I forget to slow down and think and write about it. Two days ago I had a feeling I couldn’t shake, a sort of nostalgia mixed with déjà vu. And as I slowed down and thought about how I was feeling and why, this poem came out.
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Something about the oldness

 

Something about the oldness
of the days the feeling
of years of winters and
storms and lives lived
and the realness the
grit in the ground under
my fingernails cold breath
pulled away by the wind
down dark
alleyways away
from where I am now
thoughts of you and
yesterdays
the oldness
now creeping in my bones
the clouds
always closer
the gray in my hair
and feet that no longer
fly
fingers that
no longer stretch
for every unseen thing
wrapped instead
around seconds trying
to get away
like smoke
from the stacks of ancient
abandoned factories
and the mountains
my old friends
look down with kind
sad eyes and I know
they know
this feeling

Poetry Thursday #6

Back when both myself and this blog were much younger, I started doing Poetry Thursdays, where I’d post an old poem I’d written. For whatever reason I stopped doing it. But seeing as how I’ve been horrible at blogging lately, and seeing as how it’s a Thursday and I just wrote my first poem in a very long time, it seemed obvious to bring it back.

It was raining like crazy all day yesterday, and I took this picture through the window.

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It gave me the first line to this poem, and the rest just kinda spilled out today. Hope you like it.

watercolor

the rain turned the world into a watercolor today
and I watched the rivers
flow
down
the window as I waited
to hear your voice
the chill of late April
the promise of flowers
but who knows
if
they’ll ever bloom
who knows
if you’ll ever
come back
or if the rain
will just wash
every
thing
away

Quote of the Day #22

I have some pretty exciting news about my short film that I can’t announce quite yet. But I’ll post as soon as I get the okay to. In the meantime, I give you Frank Turner. I’ve known about him for a while and really enjoy his stuff. Some of the songs can tend to get political, so if that’s not your cup o’ tea you might not enjoy all of his stuff. But then there’s this song. I heard it for the first time yesterday and have played it over and over since. Just an incredible song. I hope you like it too.

And I still believe in the need
For guitars and drums and desperate poetry.
And I still believe that everyone
Can find a song for every time they’ve lost and every time they’ve won.

Quote of the Day #21


I actually did this one about a year ago. But it’s one of my favorite poems of all time, and I read it again today and decided to post it. An amazing piece by Rainer Maria Rilke.

Falling Stars

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

Poetry Thursday #5

Written 09/02/04

how to scream

do you remember
how to scream
and what
it means
when the blood
fills your eyes
and your passions
begin to rise
do you remember
loss and regret
have you given
into life yet
do you mourn
for days long dead
or do you cry out
for only the days ahead
do you remember
how to scream
and what
what it really means

Poetry Thursday #4

I’ve been pretty horrible about posting this week.  But I couldn’t let Poetry Thursday go by without a post. So here goes. Written 03/04/03

cold & sore

taste the salt from
broken lips I
just can’t hold
onto this I’ve
raced through days
afraid to blink I
felt the weight
upon me sink
I felt my eyes
begin to fade
I cursed the sound
my breathing made
hollow gasps
ragged wheezing
I can’t escape
this fear I’m feeling
I swear I’m running
the right track
but I can’t go on
I can’t
go back

Poetry Thursday #3

More emo. Inspired a little bit by Ani DiFranco. Written 03/04/03

Less Pale

the rain paints the side
walk a deeper
shade of grey
I scan the sky
and try to smile
as I lean against
this building bare
blacktop streams
from beneath
my leaden feet
towards forgotten miles,
whispered goodbyes,
and burning eyes
I stretch my chest
expose my bones,
my dripping heart
I pray the rain
will stain it dark
erase these scars
and leave my soul
less pale

Quote of the Day #13


ItThink I’ll stick with the literature theme this week. This one’s kind of long, in fact it’s the entire poem, so I’ll shut up and let the brilliant Rainer Maria Rilke do the talking.

Falling Stars

Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdles
of our wishes–do you recall? And we
did make so many! For there were countless numbers
of stars: each time we looked above we were
astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure
watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

Poetry Thursday #2

So much for me not posting any emo ones. Oh well. Written 10/30/02.

Song of forever

I’ll walk outside
back through the cold
I’ll hear the animals
shift in their sleep
and I’ll glance at the sky
see the stars through dead arms
of aging elm trees
and I’ll think of a song
of forever ago
I’ll listen to the water
spill from the trough
and I’ll close my eyes
and wish for a moment
of beauty and warmth
before I open them
once again
to the bitter fall air
and the pale moonlit grass
and the shadows
of another
night spent alone

Poetry Thursday #1

The first poem I can remember writing was in 6th or 7th grade, and it was about vampires. (I totally had Twilight beat.) Since then I’ve written around 2500 poems. Most of them are about girls, and most of them are way too emo to ever show anybody. But there’s been a few decent ones over the years. So once a week I’m going to dig through the archives and try to find one worth posting. Who knows, I might even come up with a new one here and there. Thanks for reading.

Stars and Scratches

Back when I
was more passionate
about life
I spilled all the blood
of my pens onto
paper
looking for clues
to sort out the days
and the nights of
my youth.
but was it passion
or was I just naive?
flailing at shadows
and echoes and stars
waiting
for the right moment
to truly begin
and when
did I realize
it would never come