Goodbye Haiku

Goodbye Haiku

Your face in the window.
winter makes its beastly trek.
A chill in the air.

Another Freewrite Poem

The darkness so easy to fall into
opens its mouth and light comes out
a drowning occurs,
bathing my lungs in fecund light
I die and die and die again
trying to rise out of darkness
into a new blasting light.
mute shadows silence the faltering light,
a sunset moment, a dusky death.
Leave me here, mouth open, heart beating,
dreaming of grey, dreaming of milky moons
cocooning around stars. 
The universe does not exist.

Why Not?

I have decided to post here once in a while just for the fun and love of poetry! The poems will be ones I wrote long ago or just spontaneous outpourings.  Hope you enjoy!  If they inspire you, let me know by leaving a comment or link to your poem.

Living, loving, life
longing, lonely, lifting,
weighing world ways,
winging, whistling, wasting,
away, always, awake.

Haiku: Fraught

The latest prompt from haiku bones is fraught.  Here is my haiku:

The world fraught with snow

makes its way slowly towards Spring.

Sun is no small thing.

One Single Impression: Gold

This poem was inspired by the prompt from onesingleimpression at http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/2010/02/prompt-103-gold.html

I still have the experimental mindset inspired by readwritepoem which inspired my poem In the City.

Girl on the Beach

She was golden,
gliding across golden sand;
the sun glinted on her skin,
gilded and glistening.

In the waves, she hears the whispers
"you are beautiful"
"you are beautiful"
She lays down in the sand,
a golden corpse,
a skeleton without reason.

She could suck up the whole ocean

and still be empty.

She drowns in water
the sun painted gold,
a melting idol
a forgotten god.

Poem: In the City

The prompt from http://readwritepoem.org/ this week is to basically write a poem not using familiar elements from your work.  In other words, break out of the pattern to see what comes forth.  Instead of being systematic, I am going to be more instinctual about it to see what comes.  I love this idea and may try it on an ongoing basis as a way to refresh my writing.  Here goes my experiment!

In the City

In the city, he tries to come clean
get lost in all the noise,
the cacophony like a Greek chorus
gone mad.

The shoosh of the subway
slides into the station,
her whispers remain against his ear
her voice like the whip of a flag
waving over a foreign territory.
Her body lying still, covers her thoughts
like a soft sand.

He finds his way up the stairs,
the buildings stare down at him
like sentinels guarding some secret
of a lost age. 

How huge and small he feels
as he finds his way among the dead
faces, he's never felt more awake
or more
singular.

A clogged artery

the dog that barks at night
the sidewalk has failed.

Since It is February: Love Poem in a Snow Storm

This poem arose out of a prompt from one single impression.  The prompt was "single".  I am loving all of these poetry blogs and prompts!  I just love everything about poetry and am really excited to be a part of the online world of poetry.  I wish I knew such great poets were online before!!

Love Poem in a Snow Storm

Eyes, like the greatest days of childhood,
Cool blue pool, carribean sky, almost scared
to just jump.
Sound, breath, smiles, laughter,
we are red against white, song against silence.
Who knew a man could have such softness against
such strength, textures, touch, olive perfection.
My fragility shatters
like the webs radiating across a pond.
A white storm, a nascent dream, a room opening in on itself;
the sunlight filters through a slit in blue cotton curtains;
everything becomes
light light light.

Haiku: Breath

I am finding so many wonderful poetry blogs.  One of them is haikubones.  I am going to try to participate in their prompt--"Breath"

cerulean sky pre-
twilight, heads towards violet.
I inhale the moon's breath.

Poem: The Wallpaper

I am participating for the first time in readwritepoem.org's Thursday "get your poem on".  They have some excellent poets who you can check out at http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2010/02/04/get-your-poem-on-112/#comments.  Here is my creation from the prompt that was given:

The Wallpaper

torn down.
piece by piece,
a brown skin dyed with
pain, truth, and the strange matters of marriage.

it would be easier to forget,
just paint over it,
no scraping the glue that
never held quite right;
or the little paper bits
that remain like remnants of
remembered hurts.

we wrote on it,
painted on it,
drew pictures of our desires
as if it were magical,
as if it could grant
perfect harmony.

we stand staring, now,
at all we hoped for
crumbling, decaying at our feet,
glue browned with time like old blood,
wondering how much sorrow
a house can hold.

Poem: Indigo

I do not remember when I wrote this poem.  It was at least fifteen years ago.  I guess I was going for an image type poem.  Anyway, here it is!

Indigo

Feel-

the only

way

is

through

the fields.

The knives

of corn leaves

reach to draw blood

from

indigo skies-

the color of

your

mind-

sinking into

my

consciousness.

Husk of a voice-

scratches the air-

the tornado is

against my

ears-I can

hear the

windsong-

I am

ready

for

violence.

You smile against

your soul-

try to escape

into

the masks

of matter.

See the sky disappear-

because my eyes close.

Poem: You, me, the moon after the fight

This poem I wrote about ten years ago.  I was trying to play with sound a little bit. 

You, me, the moon after the fight

The moon swooned
like a drunken sailor
dipping his hand into the sea.

What's imported
as the water laps
into dreams?

Getting lost
one way or another,

The sailor flips his palm
like a giant fish;
pale fingers glint wet
like gills.

The boats disappear
into the sea,
into the dark sky and night.
They drown in the orange moon's descent.

We follow.

If you like my poetry, you can see some more poems on my photography blog:
haiku
Poem: Requiet
Poem: The Hidden
Poem: Winter Watch
Haiku for Winter

The Hunger

The following poem I wrote about fifteen years ago when I was in my early twenties.  Almost my entire life, I have struggled with my weight.  My frustrations with this process came out as this poem:

The Hunger

You can tell by the back of my legs that I eat dinner.
I should starve like a good girl.
Yes. Delicious sound. Starve.
That easy to be loved.
Starvation.

To wake up,
Stand on spindly legs (not one ounce of fat),
stretch out my lean body.  Bones like letters
spell out beauty, spell out yes.

Dreams like little green vegetables devoured slow,
like me thinning,
fall from my slender legs into somewhere.

Hear these sounds of hunger:
Faint music, drums.
My clothes just loose enough. Yes.
Beautiful, a dream, a bird, yes.