Cupid.
His cherub cheeks wrinkle
with mischievous simper
as his cookie-cut wings
carry him hushed as a gasp.
Those chubby fingers grasp,
with purpose and poise,
the arrow of your unknown desire
from his embossed golden quiver.
Without the slightest shiver
and the least of suspicion,
he aims at your already perfectly
functioning heart.
The impact holds dreadful force
there is no deviation of course,
tearing though skin, muscle, bone,
making [...]
Archive for February, 2007
Snow
Should we call it an irony?
That such a gloomy sky
should yield light angelic dust.
That uninspiring clouds,
who sire such carefree muses,
are born milky instead of gray?
Carefree muses, hide
the barrenness of the trees,
and lick the pond with ice,
and paint the fields with your paleness;
so while we make angels in the powder,
we can look up and remember the [...]
The Prize
All alone in the sticky black,
Sprawled flat with tired eyes
And busy mind:
My friend who cannot sleep
Lies awake in the weighty dark
With the radio on.
Minty-voiced the talk show hosts
Chirp late-night call in offers
To the waking dead.
Having phoned them countless times
My friend is the ninth caller,
Without fail.
Now she, unwelcome, becomes a thief,
Stealing our identities
As we sleep.
Every [...]
The Crossword Puzzle
Fifteen acrosses
And fifteen downs.
Black and white boxes
Marked with soft pens.
Sometimes we are tired,
We are pushed and
We are pressed,
And daily
Short of time.
Four letters for flip:
As I fold the page.
Three for my coffee cup
And a brown ring stain.
Yet still there is
Some satisfaction:
Adding that last letter,
And finding, for once,
That everything fits.
Judith Harris’ 2006 poetry volume, The Bad Secret contains several separate confessional lyrics, split into four distinct sections, that combine to tell a generational story of the lives of the women in her family. Despite her almost glaring use of clichés, I really enjoyed this volume and I think it displays a nice juxtaposition between [...]
Gustav’s Kiss
The kiss drips with saffron,
saturating the trodden flowers
with its honeyed brush strokes
underneath their perfect feet;
until it becomes a blanket
for the lovers to lie down.
Sealed under the waning moon,
as lolling trees envelop
the lure of the landscaped room,
perhaps he whispers a simple phrase
of three words or more in her ear
and again her body rises.
The kiss, lips [...]
Bow
From up here, I look down on the orchestra
and watch as the conductor lets them go.
Their bows look like a section of choppy
ocean, churning in the bottom of this smooth,
wood-paneled hall. It must be the kind
of wood the Vikings would have killed for.
Strong, clean-colored, resonant.
With it, a sea monster could use just a
tap, [...]
Hello everyone, tyler here. Here are my revisions to the poem thus far, and a few things that might need another opinion or two. And I’ll have a better title a little later.
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and your note reached me
after the brightlit nighttime
in a central park parking lot,
it reached me after the notes
from the lullaby i played
faded from [...]
Fun, semi-relevant article in response to Maggie’s first poem ‘Used’ from O Magazine (March 2007):
Book Junkies, Rejoice!
Web sites for bibliophiles are nothing new—hello, Amazon—but there are a few great ones bringing very cool services to those of us who live by the books. On the social networking site shelfari.com, you are what you read: Members connect [...]
Poem 1: Leafing
I.
Do you know about all the poisons in the air?
The stranger asked. She held a potted plant
So she could breathe as the bus approached.
Because they’re everywhere! And they can kill.
I looked away but my mouth clamped shut
At the scent and site of the stuttering exhaust.
II.
I remember the woods at our [...]
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