Versification

Wind Tankas

Mon, 08 Oct 2012 17:42:33 -0400

When the winds change, you

feel it everywhere. The gust,

forgiving of the

past, sends you into a spin

pushing you to what’s ahead.

——-

The gulf’s heavy sigh

brings me back to life - opens

my eyes, awakens

my soul… I can now see the

world - unfiltered consciousness.

——-

Indiana breeze;

it tickles my ear and tells

me secrets of past…

the hot days will pass

and cool nights will soon arrive.

——-

Leaves thrashing, sending

limbs flying, debris swirling

around me… I’m lost -

my world, gone, from the Mother’s

wrath and her furious gust.

Nine Eleven

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 08:46:17 -0400

Another Tuesday begins…
8:46 a.m., in the middle of a cornfield
thousands of miles away from the chaos
time stands still – silent,
crammed with confusion,
anger, sadness, panic, and terror.
The classroom freezes, everyone
paralyzed by Dan Rather’s words.
Phones begin to ring,
internet connections are congested,
with citizens searching for answers,
for an explanation, for some reason
to make us understand… why?
Lines at the pump start to form
and the Wonder bread
on the grocer’s shelf disappears,
almost as quickly as the
lives of thousands.
Lost in the never-ending moment,
we begin to wonder
what will become of us.

Therapy 2

Fri, 02 Sep 2011 10:58:00 -0400

Pen on the paper
or my fingers on the keys
I write to release.

70

Sat, 14 May 2011 18:02:04 -0400

Thunder and lightning
bring in the smell of spring with
the fresh, heavy rain.

69

Thu, 12 May 2011 13:56:28 -0400

The soft sands, blue sky,
Waves caressing the shoreline…
The beach - so serene.

68

Thu, 12 May 2011 09:37:03 -0400

Stomach is churning,
Thoughts will not cease to exist.
Want to disappear.

Sadness is numbing.
Emotions have me overwhelmed.
My heart is breaking…

67

Sat, 09 Apr 2011 20:35:27 -0400

Blackberry winter.
The night’s air is crisp and cool…
The days are longer.

Spring has finally
arrived, with her rain and shine
to renew the Earth.

66

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 00:41:26 -0500

Change of scenery
is always good for the soul;
it opens our minds.

Therapy

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 00:38:41 -0500

My pen touches the
page; ink flows, spilling my thoughts -
I’m finally free.

Writing haiku

Fri, 18 Feb 2011 00:37:00 -0500

It’s no secret; perhaps one of my favorite types of poetry is haiku. It’s thought-provoking, requires attention to detail, and best of all, doesn’t have to make complete sense. That’s the fun though - getting a short few lines to make a world of sense.

Sanctuary

Fri, 11 Feb 2011 14:29:47 -0500

The mounds rising out of the asphalt,
Each painted a bright, magnificent white
To contrast the black as night tarmac
Inhibiting the lead foot of each passer-by.

One bump – so close. Two – almost there.
The third and final bump! I made it.
I slide in with great ease,
Embarking on my evening.

Striding up the cold concrete footway,
I climb the set of steps that wind up
Through the dreary vestibule
Dimly lit by the fading daylight.

Leisurely opening the heavy brown door,
I am greeted immediately by a ball of fur purring fiercely at my feet.
The calming scent of masala and sandalwood evokes my senses
And reminds me that relaxation is well on its way.

I am anxious to remove this skin
The same skin that has held me back all day
Yes! now I can be free…
Finally, free to get back to me.

-I wrote this a while ago about my last apartment. I lived there for 3 years, and it was the first place I felt I could call my own… no roommates, just me and my cat, Mojo. I miss that place sometimes.

Feeding the Soul

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 18:02:29 -0500

Writing is my life
When the pen touches the page
My soul is fulfilled

65

Thu, 27 Jan 2011 19:13:00 -0500

Drip… drip… drip…

I slip beneath the silky water
Scented with notes of jasmine and amber
My incarcerated mind is finally free

The bubbles crackle as they
dissipate into the cool air
The steam rises, the candles flicker

Lavender fills the air
Relaxation is well on its way
The hot water melts away my troubles

I can feel my eyes grow heavy
Falling into a dream or two
Escaping this reality to discover my deepest notions

64

Sun, 23 Jan 2011 09:16:48 -0500

Orange groves, for miles, almost as far as the eye can see
A girl of ten playing hide and seek with the trees
running through the dirty blond sand
stopping every so often to grab a fresh bite,
hoping the farmer won’t catch her

Fast forward to sixteen,
she had her first kiss right under that orange tree
Lying in the sand with her first love
wrapped in love’s warm embrace
They promised they’d be together until the end of time

At eighteen, she graduated and prepared to move
far away from those orange groves she loved so dearly
finding apple orchids instead
She found solace in similarity of the fruit trees
spending evenings with her books under the apple trees

Skipping ahead to twenty-two,
she was still in love with the apple orchids
She shared her special place with her new love
Lying in the grass, counting the stars in the clear northern sky
He promised to love her forever, slipping a band on her third finger

She took the trip back to the orange groves
at the age of twenty-three
Immediately found her favorite tree,
sat in the sand, and closed her eyes
This is where her life began

Those groves, the innocence she lost under the orange tree
The love she gave away, the heartbreak she felt
Pushing it aside and running away
Abandoning the grove for a new beginning
Finding herself a new future; a new forever

She grabbed one last orange
and said goodbye to the grove
Pondering the irony of finding forever beneath the apple trees,
when she had been searching for so many years
To find herself, playing hide and seek with in the grove.

Definitely room for improvement - could perhaps turn into prose later on, but I like where it’s going… thoughts, feedback, suggestions?

My apologies

Thu, 20 Jan 2011 22:29:16 -0500

I have not been posting like I should have been. :( I promise to resume my project once I return from my trip. I am in Florida visiting my Grandpa and some other family/friends right now. Getting some inspiration, and trying to get all the thoughts down on paper. Just wanted to let you know the poems will be back next week! <3

"Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities."

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 15:15:30 -0500

“…Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you… and that’s why poetry appeals to me so much — because it’s so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”

-Jim Morrison, 1967-71-

Summer Rain

Fri, 14 Jan 2011 15:19:00 -0500

Thunder roars above,
lightning streaks across the night sky,
Rain begins to fall.

Listening to rain
slowly hitting the pavement
relaxes my mind.

The sky opens up
for a midsummer cool down,
providing comfort.

The rain drops heavy
while the wind picks up a notch,
Clearing out our troubles.

Thunder and lightning,
dark clouds hover above us.
Rain drenches the earth.

Oh, how I cannot wait for Summer to come back…

60

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 15:17:00 -0500

the moment i rested my gaze upon you
solidified by the moment we first kissed
lips so soft, inviting me back
making my heart want to stay
wrapped in your embrace
the world seemed to become whole again
my life suddenly meant more
all from one kiss – but not just any kiss
the kind that makes your heart
soar, the one that signifies a connection
and makes you feel the explosion
of a thousand firecrackers being set off
when it starts to come together
when it all becomes real
i found what i have been waiting for,
all hidden behind our first kiss.

I wrote this short, impromptu poem after I met my love. I was head over heels, just in case you’re wondering. Still am, almost 2 years later. ;)

An American Poet

Wed, 12 Jan 2011 22:20:04 -0500

I would like to share one of my favorite poems tonight instead of posting my own work. Enjoy.

Power
by Jim Morrison

I can make the earth stop in
its tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am

Blast from the past...

Tue, 11 Jan 2011 20:52:19 -0500

Let’s revisit a poem I wrote about 10 years ago. The plan is to have it readily available to edit/revise sometime this year… so here is the original.

One Way In, One Way Out

She boarded a plane at 6am
Hoping to escape it all
She landed in Miami, rented a car
And drove further south.

One way in, one way out
The ride was peaceful, yet sad
Surrounded in her own thoughts
She cried until there were no more tears

She needed a break, so she pulled off
She found herself in Conch Key
The sun shining, birds singing sweet melodies
Couldn’t help but think how it all went wrong

She got back in the car and drove some more
Passing miles of ocean and gulf
Feeling less sorrowful - more free
As she gazed across the deep blue green sea

One way in, one way out
A tiny place on Duval Street awaits
To help escape her troubles
She left for her own personal heaven

She left it all behind, and drove around without aim
Landing in a part of town that was peaceful
The southernmost point of the country
The White Street Pier

One way in, one way out
White sand… sapphire sea…
Everything everybody’s own
Otherwise known to the world as Key West.

Reading this through almost a decade after writing, I see so many things I could improve… Stay tuned for the new version, coming soon!