you project a messy aloofness
red hair bunched and hanging
in strands around your face
– 1/28/10 – 64
Tag Archives: poetry
Royal Blue Hoodie
your royal blue hoodie
betrayed the irish charm
in the gleam of your eyes
– 1/28/10 – 63
i dream
i dream
a golden city splayed out
in splendored array
shining, churning
breathing
living
– 1/27/10 – 62
Falling Meter and Rhyme
fluid and grace express poetry in motion
while the musics dance to a rolling rhythm
and your voices rise to meet the emotion
expressed in the falling meter and rhyme
– 1/26/10 – 61 #favorite
– (inspired by Lifehouse’s Learn You Inside Out)
An Affront to the Morning
his voluble presence
was an affront to the morning
an unwelcome breaking
to the gentle rumbling
of the gentle murmur
of the train
– 1/25/10 – 59 #favorite
Whither Goest Thou Little Bird?
whither goest thou little bird?
for whom dost thou sing?
what love hast compelled thee
this melody to bring?
art thou sent by some lover
his beloved to woo?
by thy sweet serenade
his desire to pursue?
i pray this is so, little bird,
it puts hope in my heart
to think love is the motive
for thy beauty and art.
–1/24/10 – 58
The Sounds of Silence
listen to the gentle hush
as voices echo in the chamber
the pleasant audience a curious crowd
observing the sounds of silence
– 1/23/10 – 57
The Best Things
i hear melodic phrases
in the chambers of my mind
they beckon me, enticing with words
that shape, bend, and fashion
bold and insightful pieces
that reveal and illuminate
the best things
– 1/22/10 – 56 #favorite
You Titillate With Your Words
you titillate with your words
graphic images conjuring
exotic lands foreign and benign
and simple things revealed
by choice morsels picked
with careful and judicious precision.
– 1/21/10 – 55
Outside Myself
i stepped outside myself
and a facade lifted for a moment
as though i was someone else
as though i was a compartment
in my own mind.
– 1/20/10 – 54
Soundtrack
precisely timed pressure changes
convey melodies among the charged neurons
building pictures, shaping emotions, evoking memories
coloring the who, the what, and the story
of life and self and past remembrance.
– Soundtrack – 1/19/10 – 53
Jet Black Hair
you were striking with your jet black hair
the gloves you wore had snowflakes
expressed in knit and for a brief moment
you captured my imagination
– 1/19/10 – 52
Ferrous Wit
your ferrous wit is sharp
its sometimes jagged edge
rips through the flesh
of my temperament
leaving me bloody
and bruised
– 1/18/10 – 51
Fey Spirit
who are you?
with your fey spirit
tossing about whimsy
with reckless abandon.
why do you dance?
unbridled and passionate
your infectious grin
a viral vector
spreading mirth
and convivial gaiety
reveal yourself
oh laughing sprite
oh merry shade
oh mysterious shadow
for i would know
your name.
– 1/17/10 – 50
You Make the City Vague
you make the city vague
with your wispy shroud
the soft outlines fading
into the grey backdrop
while disembodied lights
dance in the distance.
– 1/16/10 – 49
First Breath of Spring
the balmy touch of your wispy fingers
leaves the surface of my skin cold
but my heart beats warm for thought
of fog and a city shrouded and old
the first breath of spring comes early
though but a taste of things to come
and come too soon to be trusted surely
still i smile to see the summers sun
– 1/15/10 – 48
Sparticus
you make violence an art
graphic bloodletting paused
and in slow motion.
the clamour and rush
of wild noise and
a cheering crowd
serve to excite passion
and mad rage.
– Spartacus – 1/14/10 – 47 #favorite
Sunset
your deep redness is a balm
to soothe sore eyes
vermilion and scarlet hues
dance with wild abandon
in the recesses while crimson light
splay across this painted canvas
until your majestic being
sinks beneath the rippled line
and all is darkness
– 1/13/10 – 46 #favorite
Hydrogen and Oxygen
hydrogen and oxygen
joined by covalent bonds
disseminate in languid trails
embracing the wide sky
curling in vacuous rings
glowing amber and vermilion
against a blood red sun
until the arid waste
of winter’s breath
robs its soul of being
– 1/12/10 – 45 #favorite
A Bleak and Lonely Midwinter Landscape
your delicate softness masks the bitter wind
and amber glows on your icy countenance
the frigid fingers of your caress warms me
as i dwell on the beauty of your substance
i see the night fall on the driven visage
of your bleak and lonely midwinter landscape
and the beauty of the stillness i behold
gives me hope that i too might find escape
for this world sometimes overwhelms me
with the constant struggle to get somewhere
and i get lost in the chaos of its institutions
feeling lost, alone and without the will to care
but moments like these as i look on beauty
stirs the inner depths of my disquieted soul
and in that place of discontented heartache
i am calmed, encouraged and made whole
– 1/11/10 – 44