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triptych, part 3 10208

April 16, 2009

Clicking off headlights
eyes fixed on the heaven
looking to the Big Dipper for guidance
Prayer hard to it than to God
Wishing that each star would fall
so I could wish on it
What makes up for cold night cascades
in the almost desert of home

(for Read.Write.Poem.)

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triptych, part 2 10208

April 15, 2009

Amber brushstrokes over weeding fields
when children gathered to enjoy
trampolines like Sunday communion
Tasting juice boxes
where Four o’clocks bloomed
off schedule
And the sheltie barked at the German shepherd

(for Read.Write.Poem.)

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call for help

April 14, 2009

Hey, there. I’m glad you decided to stop by. I can’t believe I’ve been writing as much as I have, considering the dry patch I’ve been in the last year or so. Either way, I would like to make a request. I would really like to collaborate on a poem with someone. If you are a regular reader or a new visitor, please give it a thought. I’ll only do one right now, but it could be fun for whoever. First person to email me at eats dot bugs at gmail dot com will probably be the one I try to work with.

I’ve tried this before, and it sorta fell through. I’m excited! Please, let’s do this!

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triptych, part 1 10208

April 13, 2009

One o’clock silence
while other children slept
wandering on gravel-laden tiptoes
to enjoy swing-sets alone
To make haste under the whooshing
quiet of white-hot solar systems
Enjoying bad afternoon television
while air-conditioners roared.

(for Read.Write.Poem.

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rivers of might-be 41009

April 13, 2009

I am tasting a freshly painted house
As I brush my teeth before bed.
A gentle brown, warm, chocolate.
I smell clean carpets and possibility.
Prospects of what could be in a given space.

I am thinking of vacations and beaches
Aquariums, museums and big ships
Big enough for me to spit off of.

Water running out around me
Like it comes from me
And that water is an ocean
And I am the heart of the world.

I feel drafts on my skin from open windows
And feel sunlight on my toes
Feel home on my nose
And see books ordered just right
Which means I am on my couch.

I think of might-be greens and summer wind
Small places to hide small trinkets
Cupboards in a blossoming kitchen

Rivers of might-be all around me
Stories waiting for telling and
Yearning for the hesitation that says
“Waiting until the time is right is best.”

(for Read.Write.Poem.)

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life not mine 40909

April 12, 2009

For mere seconds, parked
Three crossed the median, laughing
Gathered in friendship, traveling.

These are my friends reflected in others.
My eyes realized these existed, other people’s friends.

I watched people drive from intersection to intersection
First car, a fight
Second car, someone singing
Third car, a phone conversation

It is not often that life not mine is so clear to me
Windows long shaded now open
Clouds over mountains passing
Words long gibberish, made known

(for Read.Write.Poem.)

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haiku 40809

April 11, 2009

Sigils of sound
Grafted onto molecules
Lovely music make

(for Read.Write.Poem.)