Poetry
For those who don’t know
Haiku from pentameter
Should be something
Itching in the mind
A blip on inner radar
A rock on the path
Tripping you hard
Into elsewhere
Slicing memory
Sticking behind the eyes
Haunting
Shoving you from the familiar
To a strange perspective
Suddenly, utterly, your own
All of this a poem should do
All of this.
Or none
Some poems simply are.
Their words whisper only for you
Entering softly, unseen
Taking horizon within
Altering forever
Poetry becomes you.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
all day the snow fell
All day the snow fell
Staying in the quiet places
On northern slopes, deep, shaded
The rest vanished into the sodden ground
As your words vanished in the air
Only their cold lingered
Is that what you believed?
Truth could change and none would know?
Love could be unchangeable
Trust could never be lost?
You believed you could lie to me
Snow touches faces, melting into tears
Hot salt, cold ice, all becoming one
Did you know I kept your letters?
Did you ever pause, watching the sky for a change
Did you believe no storm could touch you?
By dusk it was rain, gray sheets, like a shroud
Your words were ashes, the last curling in the fire
I walked away.
rain around me like armour
Snow remaining in the hidden places as a shield
When night fell, the rain ceased
Stars in my future
And you in my past.
Spring always comes, the sun always rises
The truth remains, shining.
Staying in the quiet places
On northern slopes, deep, shaded
The rest vanished into the sodden ground
As your words vanished in the air
Only their cold lingered
Is that what you believed?
Truth could change and none would know?
Love could be unchangeable
Trust could never be lost?
You believed you could lie to me
Snow touches faces, melting into tears
Hot salt, cold ice, all becoming one
Did you know I kept your letters?
Did you ever pause, watching the sky for a change
Did you believe no storm could touch you?
By dusk it was rain, gray sheets, like a shroud
Your words were ashes, the last curling in the fire
I walked away.
rain around me like armour
Snow remaining in the hidden places as a shield
When night fell, the rain ceased
Stars in my future
And you in my past.
Spring always comes, the sun always rises
The truth remains, shining.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Holly, Dreaming
Holly, Dreaming
Holly was my dog for almost 17 years. My dog.
My first dog, Amy, was in honesty my Mom's dog... although she spent endless hours with me, if given a choice, it was my Mom she curled up with. And Toby, my second dog, who spent his 13 years adventuring with me, was first and foremost my Dad's dog. From the moment he saw my Dad, he essentially turned to me and said, "I'm with him." He rode in Dad's plane, Dad's boat, Dad's car -- leaning close against Dad's shoulder and wearing his baseball cap, inspiring local gossips to ask who was the blonde driving about with Paul. While Toby always came to sleep next to my bed, he rose very early, climbed the stairs and sprawled across Dad's bedroom doorway, to be sure Dad didn't leave without him in the morning.
But Holly, from the day we met and she crawled into my lap and fell asleep, was forever my dog. The dog of my heart. She left me last July, and her eulogy is posted on the Bondi Resort Blog.
Holly was my dog for almost 17 years. My dog.
My first dog, Amy, was in honesty my Mom's dog... although she spent endless hours with me, if given a choice, it was my Mom she curled up with. And Toby, my second dog, who spent his 13 years adventuring with me, was first and foremost my Dad's dog. From the moment he saw my Dad, he essentially turned to me and said, "I'm with him." He rode in Dad's plane, Dad's boat, Dad's car -- leaning close against Dad's shoulder and wearing his baseball cap, inspiring local gossips to ask who was the blonde driving about with Paul. While Toby always came to sleep next to my bed, he rose very early, climbed the stairs and sprawled across Dad's bedroom doorway, to be sure Dad didn't leave without him in the morning.
But Holly, from the day we met and she crawled into my lap and fell asleep, was forever my dog. The dog of my heart. She left me last July, and her eulogy is posted on the Bondi Resort Blog.
Holly, Dreaming
Dogs dreams of chases
Who can believe
Such intensity, such focus
Scrambling paws, small barks
Dogs dream in rich landscapes
Dogs dream of chase
Hunts
The delirious joy of running
Dogs dream of cats
Ascending trees.
Of rabbits, wind-fast
Dreams thick with remembered scent
The moist soil scrabbling away from paws
The glory of speed
Cats sleep near fires
Squared off, silent but for purring
Motionless as sphinx
And as secret
But dogs with aging eyes, old joints
Sleep with more intensity
Running down the air
I like to think I am in those dreams
A bond so ancient,
First dog at first fire,
Dreaming of first hunt, with first person
Cat will not say, ever.
But dog makes small noises
Calling me into her dream,
‘Come quick, come see!’
Tail thumping on the rug,
Remembering joy,
Times shared,
Me.
Dog dreams with such happiness
I like to think I am in those dreams
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