Tag: poetry

the hunter 1

come near 
and I will trip over some words 

a plaid promise that weaves in and out
of different colors
until the story is told

approach and wonder 
at the moonbeams falling through trees
which point like leafy fingers
to the stars

don’t cower in the shadows
you will never be able to hear
  syllables drip from my mouth 
and hit the soft ground
like thuds of paws running In strategic stealth

kneel closer so the scent of anticipation 
looms in the still night air between us
and heated hearts draw nearer and nearer still 

Now crouch as I circle and stalk you
you’ve never felt so hunted 
I’ve never felt so close
to the prey
that I never knew I wanted

the prey that drives my thirst
and without which I’m no hunter
just another lonely stalker
on a forgotten path
to the moon

The third step

the 3rd step was not the first step
but I took it anyway

slowly but with strong willed intention
my surefooted strength found solidity
not on rooted ground
but in a step
   on a stair
      not frequented

the tool chest was old 
that made the 3rd step
but the step was made well
and in a strong measured fashion

so I thanked the tool maker
 with my folded fingers
and took the 3rd step
which was not the first step
and found solid footing again

the empty room

 
 he stared too long at her
 so she turned the part of her heart 
 reserved for him to stone
  
 he stayed away too long
 so she let the fire 
 burn down 
 to a tiny flicker
  
 he never said goodbye
 but she didn’t feel him
 haunting her anymore
  
 and so she kept the empty cold stone room
 for no one
 not even for herself

My madness is catchy

 
 effortless fall
 slim attitude freedom
 slums of solitude
 and frank forgiveness 
  
 no neck cowardice 
 leonine simplicity 
 matter of fact rage
 faulty anger
 and last but not least 
 misunderstood kindness 
  
 stuttered on the wind of terrors
 and uttered over flames
 of fires no longer burning
 but still singeing our souls
  
 I grope my mind for my 
 own madness
 and hope I can find it

math

 
 my willingness to part with sadness
 is an equation with no solution 
  
 half forgotten teacher of madness
 release me from my pride 
  
 I’m  done thinking about 2+2=4
 I need a more solid and complicated formula
  
 derivatives, calculated risks, probabilities of success
  
 where will I end up at the end of this equation
 what’s the sum total of becoming a basket case
 or even worse 
 I could disappear and = 0
  
 or
 I can have some new proof, meaning, wholeness, truth, wisdom
 and the ability to receive it
  
 and all I have to do is give up my attachment to sadness and let go
  
 the math is easy
 but performing the calculation is not
  
 it’s a long and winding staircase that gets foggy as soon as you start climbing
  
 where will I find my faith?
  
 not in tears 
 but in counting them
 and the clarity that comes after them

The basic lizard

 
 The basic lizard 
 flies its colors 
 whenever it wants
  
 It zigs, it zags
 It complains
 by shedding its skin
 and becomes next level extra
  
 It wishes it was a snake 
 but its not that smooth
  
 it sees the cracks 
 and escape routes
 It survives and 
 takes pleasure in 
 the sun with 
 infrequent blasts 
 of joy 
 and corniness 
  
 Its  laughter is so rusted
 it sounds like ancient wood and nails 
 creaking
 in doorways
 that don’t need to be opened or confronted
 because you can shed a tail and slide through them
  
  
 But its basic lizard laughter all the same
 And it has served its purpose

Girl Storm

Aware of her jagged rocky fingers
she stretched ever so slowly
and almost wistfully across the prairie

She was the wind that interrupted the sunset
with clouds and rain
of varying monotones and roaring thunder

She was the rock that interrupted the wave
and turned it into chaos

She was the dawn that woke the birds
and inspired cacophonous chirping

She destroyed as she created
rainbows, birdsongs, and new shapes in the rocks 

She was old and new at once
and the passport to innovation
and the reckoner
of tepid stagnation