Posts for June 13, 2023 (page 5)

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Poem

Leaf Earring

Little leaf earring
lost as I lift my backpack too quickly overhead

Nothing fancy
made of resin and craft store materials
$16.99 listed at the orange tag sale

Given with love
on our 3rd anniversary
quietly purchased in Niagara Falls

After you watched me 
look
smile
admire
slide them back on the revolving display

We exit without making any purchases
or so I thought
and you present them to me two blocks away
because you worry I will return them out of cautious practicality
“The house will not save for itself.” 

I look
smile
admire
slide them through my pierced ears
an evolving display from childhood to then to now
The house will wait.

I felt so lucky to wear your toughtful gesture
and with one careless move
lost a piece of it
lost a piece of you

 


Category
Poem

Their Marriage

like most stories,
sweet lies woven on small truths,
a baklava adjacent dessert
with black coffee
and a life less lived
on a plate chipped with
the tungsten taste
of corroded dreams.


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Poem

Choose Your Character(s)

I have a friend who lionizes Katniss Everdeen
and one who wants to be Jo March.
I know someone who fancies Miss Marple
and one who’s Scout Finch all grown up.

And I, I would like to invite
Elizabeth Bennet, Lady MacBeth,
Hester Prynne, and Daisy Buchanan
to my house for lemonade pie
and games of croquet.

The possibilities are endless.


Category
Poem

Body Breakiong

Walking is a mound of clothes that don’t fit any more,
running, a page scrawled all over, crumpled.  

Though my diseased body feels as unlovable
as a family of rats,  

will she still hold me the way a musician
holds a smashed guitar?  

Who am I, legs no longer carrying me to places
closed to me now like raging fists?  

Icarus half-drowned, head still in the clouds, but balding,
sunburned, scratched half-raw.


Category
Poem

An American Sentence XVIII

The poet sees her seat mate, a tortie cat, floss her past lives away.


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Poem

The Gist of the Gist

All Marie Howe tries to do:
communicate the essence
of being alive.
And she does it sparingly,
with no unnecessary words–
just the gist of the gist.
I want to see how she
pares away the extraneous
when all we need
is the root dangling with mud
and the blossom glinting
with dew.


Category
Poem

Home Improvement

I was going to write a poem
about all the different ways
I wish you loved me,

but then,
instead,
I put in that new light fixture upstairs.

And then it was obvious
how much of a fool I was,
because who wouldn’t wanna be with somebody who can do their own electrical work?


Registration photo of Jazzy for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

Ocean

I am the ocean blue
I am the ocean green
My colors united

Aquamarine

Home to fish
Jelly, clown, and star

Star streaks across the moonlit sky
Make a wish
Don’t ask why

Magic fills the night
The full moon smiles bright

I am the ocean inky black
I am the ocean no holding back

Waves topped with white foam
My colors united

I am home 


Category
Poem

Be a Bush

I’m at the end of my ambivertness.

Pushing June dawn, the four of us stand
in the heart of a chilling downtown Lexington,
three guys–churchmates–and a girl
we all just met through the course if the night,
introduced by a mutual friend already gone home
not likely thinking we still had hours in us.

Across three, maybe four bars and
at the bottom of even more liquors
to match the variety of topics conversation touches:
love languages, niche attractions, commitmentphobia,
and what other adventures we might look to go on
as we all exchange numbers for a group text.

We talk about introversion and extroversion.
She labels me an ambivert, which is good
because I pay attention and take in details.

She mentions being drawn in by intelligent conversation
for the third time of the night;
possibly sapiosexual, but who’s taking notes?

          Then bro busts out
          with an entire Martin Luther King speech
          recited flawlessly from memory!

Don’t allow anybody to make you are nobody.*

I instinctually nod along
as I watch her devour every word like
how in the world am I supposed to shine against that?
I look away, up to the stars
but you can’t see those through city lights.
Or clouds.

The first raindrops are a blessing–
the world forcing us to move
and prompting operational discussion,
where is everybody parked?
Quiet in the back, I listen
I observe.

Be a bush if you can’t be a tree…*

The extroverts are lost in conversation
angling off one way.
Her car is in the opposite direction.
The ambivert falls into step with her
for, outside of desire and any possibility or loss,
nobody should ever be out alone at night.

If you can’t fly, run.
If you can’t run, walk.*

It’s a drizzle that will still be felt
on our clothes in the morning
when we finally reach her car.
We talk without the taint of expectation
and everybody texts when they are home safe
before much needed sleep and whatever tomorrow brings.

*italics are excerpts taken from Martin Luther King Jr.’s “What is Your Life’s Blueprint?” speech.


Registration photo of Austen for the LexPoMo 2023 Writing Challenge.
Category
Poem

As it turns out…

The insomnia I
was starting to
fear was a
bout of mania was
just my brain’s
response to the
absence of daily
life- draining
soul-sucking
fatigue. A surplus of
capacity, only
available in
June and
July.