Busybody
Shut your probing, beady eyes and quash your caws cuz I don’t wanna hear nuthin’ you have to say. You can ruffle your feathers all day long but you won’t ruffle mine. Damn ole crow. Continue reading Busybody
Tag: Poetry
Without
Do the stars sparkle for me? Do they cast their light upon my wandering head as I lie gazing into a universe beyond my reach. Do they know that green eyes blue eyes brown eyes all look above and wish upon them in unison with one tremulous voice from many places that have no shine. Do the stars sing for me? Do they look down at where I lay my head and whisper a celestial lullabye to all lost children tethered to their despair with invisible chains that cannot be seen, cannot be cut , but is felt every minute … Continue reading Without
Dark/Light
You walked a golden path and I was in front beating the bushes for hidden dangers, eyes darting left and right, a force field of high alert with the tingle of anticipation stiffening my spine. Behind, your face radiated the beatific smile of the innocent ignorant, the birthright of The Golden, of the ones who know nothing of terror, spite or shame, but see only through eyes of sunlight. At the end, we were both too blind —- I by suspicion, you by trust —- to see the tip of a cloven hoof at the bottom of the door. Continue reading Dark/Light
Wingless
We watched for the return of the birds. The air around the house was silent and devoid of flutterings, a vacuum of tweets and whistles. What straggling flowers were left went hummingbirdless while twigs and string were just twigs and string with no hope of sheltering featherless offspring. It was strangely quiet, as though they were all sucked into a void somewhere and became dinosaurs again in another dimension. Kind of like our love, they were a wondrous memory for a time until slowly finding their way back home. Continue reading Wingless
Cold Front
I want to listen to the wind. I turn off the lamp and snuggle in my bed underneath an extra blanket, my feet warm in socks that go abandoned in summer. I wriggle my toes against the enclosed softness and watch the shadows of the palms sway behind the curtains. All is still save for the swishing of the wind and the wriggling of my toes. Continue reading Cold Front
ZZ On Mad Swirl
My poem “Milk for Free” is featured on Mad Swirl’s poetry forum. The forum posts a poem every day so each day they all move down the line until they drop off. Mine was published 9/26 – I hope you’ll take a look. Mad Swirl is a fantastic creative online and paper zine based in Dallas. 10/2 Update: Actually the poems don’t drop off forever but are saved in archives. Here is the link to Mad Swirls archive for 9/25 – 10/1/11 that includes “Milk for Free”. Continue reading ZZ On Mad Swirl
Sanguine
Nothing in common brought us together. I remember the first night we slipped away, heating up like strong coffee on the stove, simmering slowly, in wait for the sweetness of sugar. Continue reading Sanguine
Tint, Hue, Shade
If I could have one wish in life it would be to paint. Not for glory or fame, but for myself. Just so my hand could replicate what my eyes see. Movement and color dancing on a white page. ___________________________ (Art via Girl Unwinding – a great creative blogger.) Continue reading Tint, Hue, Shade
TS Lee, 5:45 a.m.
We’re winning. So say the progenitors of such things. I hang onto that thought in the night when the wind gnashes its phantom teeth on the palms and bullwhips crack the sky. __________________________________ Shared on Poet’s United. Continue reading TS Lee, 5:45 a.m.
DreamWorld, The Beginning
Your face was as translucent as a pink jellyfish, I could see the blue veins running beneath the surface like hi-ways covering a road map. The bones of your skull looked surprisingly supple, as if they could be molded with the pressure of my hands, my DNA splayed onto your flesh like spilled wine. Your eyes were a vortex, deep and dizzying and I could not look into them without a fear of disappearing completely from this world. ______________________________________________________ Shared on One Shot Wednesday. Continue reading DreamWorld, The Beginning
