December 19, 2012

  • More December Poems!

    I’ve been great about staying on task and writing a poem a day.  However, I’ve been bad about posting them on my blog.  So anyway, here’s a bunch!  They are short so it won’t take me (or you I hope!) very long to catch up.  Will also post again tomorrow so there’s not so much reading at once.

    12/11/2012
    Autism, circa 1980

    In my dreams, the girls would tease,
    laughing as their weightless buyont bodies
    would take wing, helping them achieve flight
    as they skipped in a circle faster and faster,
    holding hands with their pockets full of posies,
    their feet getting lighter and higher
    toes gently scraping the ground until
    the wind held them suspended above the earth,
    their dimpled cheeks curved upwards
    as the cupid mouths screamed “catch up!”
    and even though I threw my body into the air
    I knew I never would.

    12/12/12
    Anthem for a Muse

    Her song eases the burden of love;
    Her song touches dreams,
    touches body with slick cool wetness.

    Her voice carries the weight of poetry;
    Her voice is electricity, is creation,
    washes body in light and diamonds.

    Her music is imagination and words;
    her music is ebullience and anguish,
    gives birth to body in psychosis and suspense.

    Her art is in the singing, in interpretation;
    Her art is the darkness of soul and the tremble of joy,
    it is the quiver of the body, the “yes” of what you’ve always wanted.

    12/13/12
    Question

    She asked me not to read
    anything that would keep her up at night.
    What is wrong with being nudged and prodded,
    being rolled and held by a lover’s words,
    being nipped and plucked by
    surreptitious syllables falling from the tongue
    that will lash and lick at you,
    leaving you weeping at the beauty of the dark?

    12/14/12
    Sentinel

    The guardian angel
    constantly disquieted
    porcelain face darkening
    in hues of uneasiness
    appeasement whispered
    on a perturbed temple
    clearing away the wreckage
    of an insensible mouth
    quiet breath and lip
    looking all the more
    like a child of heaven
    the halo a diffused light of tears.

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