Monthly Archives: May 2011

crow’s feet, a poem

crow’s feet
Her reaction instant;
the damage to her face
not physical
emotional
hot wired
irrevocably
into scars
that even with time
would never heal.

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    exposed, a poem

    exposed
    Sun beams come down
    through holes in dark clouds
    and dance across
    rough waters.

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      alienated, a poem

      alienated
      Old planets explode
      in the dark space
      left around my heart
      since you left me;
      little green men
      spy on me,
      shadowy forms
      that prey upon me
      since you’ve been gone.

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        just a whiff, a poem

        just a whiff
        Flowers laced
        with radio nucleotides
        small dust that blinks
        as you sniff.

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          ripples, a poem

          ripples
          The tiniest of birds pausing
          for a breath and a peck
          on the rim of an old rusty bucket
          brimming with yesterday’s rain
          and tomorrow’s velleity.

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            circular argument, a poem

            circular argument
            The sea that flows
            around the bowl
            never ends.

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              drizzle, a poem

              drizzle
              All day, it came
              a powdery rain
              that mixed well
              with evaporated hopes
              and condensed expectations.

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                he said, she said xiii

                He said,
                I’ve decided to save
                all the stray frogs I come across;
                I’m keeping them in the bath tub
                for now.

                She said,
                you’re driving us apart.

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                  liquid crystal, a poem

                  liquid crystal
                  An angel walks barefoot
                  out there in the brook
                  where the water sings
                  where the water stings
                  she melts into the clear cold
                  and splashes against my toes
                  calling me home.

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                    yesterday’s tomorrow isn’t today, a poem

                    yesterday’s tomorrow isn’t today
                    An old dusty book
                    with yellowed pages
                    and crusty corners
                    opened to the middle
                    where curious eyes spy
                    long forgotten
                    an iridescent beauty
                    the shutters of a butterfly
                    as it lifts itself up
                    and out of the book
                    taking flight first
                    but then fluttering into
                    an ancient dance
                    of presage
                    from years before
                    you took your first breath.

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