anticlimactic finale
i've never felt less inspired to write a poem
i've never felt less desire to write a poem
i've never felt less on fire to write a poem
but i've never been more required to write a poem
not even that time i was hired to write a poem
and even if i aspired to write a poem
i really am far too tired to write a poem
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
30 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXXIV
sometimes i wish you weren't so hard to let go of
there's still a part of my arms
that continues to feel wrapped around you
there's still a part of my nose
where the smell of your hair lingers
there's still a part of my chest
warmed by the mist of your breath
there's still a part of my heart
that will never leave your side
there's still a part of my arms
that continues to feel wrapped around you
there's still a part of my nose
where the smell of your hair lingers
there's still a part of my chest
warmed by the mist of your breath
there's still a part of my heart
that will never leave your side
29 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXXIII
especially if they try to help
even worse than cleaning
up disgusting
things they did
the folding
of tiny washing
is the worst thing
about having a kid
even worse than cleaning
up disgusting
things they did
the folding
of tiny washing
is the worst thing
about having a kid
75PoWriMo - LXXII
the girl
i have this little sister
she is small and very funny
she was my childhood accomplice
and scapegoat
and stooge
and companion
and opponent
and ally
and victim
and confidante
and assistant
and substitute
and buffer-zone
and co-conspiritor
sometimes i think it must have been hard for her
you know, what with her being
the talented one
and the popular one
and the outgoing one
and the sensible one
and the mature one
and the smart one
and the attractive one
and the useful one
and the friendly one
and the versatile one
and the driven one
and the together one
and the good one
and the likeable one
and the one who makes the kind of choices
that aren't constantly being called into question
my life wouldn't have been the same
without her in it
and probably worse
probably
i have this little sister
she is small and very funny
she was my childhood accomplice
and scapegoat
and stooge
and companion
and opponent
and ally
and victim
and confidante
and assistant
and substitute
and buffer-zone
and co-conspiritor
sometimes i think it must have been hard for her
you know, what with her being
the talented one
and the popular one
and the outgoing one
and the sensible one
and the mature one
and the smart one
and the attractive one
and the useful one
and the friendly one
and the versatile one
and the driven one
and the together one
and the good one
and the likeable one
and the one who makes the kind of choices
that aren't constantly being called into question
my life wouldn't have been the same
without her in it
and probably worse
probably
75PoWriMo - LXXI
you think it's funny? well you're drowning in it too
everybody hurry
down to the shore
there's a whole ocean of slurry
with breakers of gore
before the fetid swell
so we'll dive right in
you'll get used to the smell
as we're going for a swim
and you'll get used to the burning
sensation on your skin
the corrosive murk is churning
as it dissolves you in
and soon you will become it
as you melt like gruyere cheese
and once everyone has done it
we'll form the stinking seas
everybody hurry
down to the shore
there's a whole ocean of slurry
with breakers of gore
before the fetid swell
so we'll dive right in
you'll get used to the smell
as we're going for a swim
and you'll get used to the burning
sensation on your skin
the corrosive murk is churning
as it dissolves you in
and soon you will become it
as you melt like gruyere cheese
and once everyone has done it
we'll form the stinking seas
28 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXX
head:gear
that
is a beautiful hat
i mean, sure
it makes your head look much more
mushroom-like than it did before
and somehow makes your
face
look strangely out of place
but that
really is a nice hat
that
is a beautiful hat
i mean, sure
it makes your head look much more
mushroom-like than it did before
and somehow makes your
face
look strangely out of place
but that
really is a nice hat
75PoWriMo - LXIX
on etienne cabet's equation
both
have failed
when imposed
upon people
from above
and could
only ever
work
when grown
from within
both
have failed
when imposed
upon people
from above
and could
only ever
work
when grown
from within
75PoWriMo - LXVIII
lacking
rationing
my passion
maybe if i could sleep
long and deep
i wouldn't be too tired
to be fired
up
rationing
my passion
maybe if i could sleep
long and deep
i wouldn't be too tired
to be fired
up
26 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXVII
take
as i take
a step back into real life
i will take
care not to forget that
things i take
for granted in this bubble
i must take
with me into the world
no mistake
as i take
a step back into real life
i will take
care not to forget that
things i take
for granted in this bubble
i must take
with me into the world
no mistake
75PoWriMo - LXVI
i am well aware i looked like a twonk
i don't think
i'm ever going
to admit
to most people
i even did that
let alone
how much i enjoyed it
i doubt
i'll even admit it
to myself
i don't think
i'm ever going
to admit
to most people
i even did that
let alone
how much i enjoyed it
i doubt
i'll even admit it
to myself
75PoWriMo - LXV
running into old friends
how do you precis
your life to someone you may see
once or twice a year
but whom you know genuinely cares?
do you speak of grand sweeps
the many blessings that keep
descending
or of any of the unending
parade of tedious minutiae
the things that stress and test and try?
i feel 1 thousand things a day
so how should i know what to say
the millions i've tried to forget
since we last met
how do you precis
your life to someone you may see
once or twice a year
but whom you know genuinely cares?
do you speak of grand sweeps
the many blessings that keep
descending
or of any of the unending
parade of tedious minutiae
the things that stress and test and try?
i feel 1 thousand things a day
so how should i know what to say
the millions i've tried to forget
since we last met
25 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXIV
displacement displacement
i sat down
to write a poem
to distract me
from all the things
i didn't want
to have to do
but the draws
of assorted
glowing screens
ate my mind
ate my time
all
i scrawled
was this
i sat down
to write a poem
to distract me
from all the things
i didn't want
to have to do
but the draws
of assorted
glowing screens
ate my mind
ate my time
all
i scrawled
was this
75PoWriMo - LXII
miss
every day when i log on
to twitter the first thing i do
is open lists and click upon
the link that takes me straight to you
in futile hope that you've returned
as if you'd never been away
to the social medium you spurned
eighteen months ago today
i know you had your reasons
and i know they're pretty sound
and i know that my worries and
wishes you were still around
are just selfish expressions
of a self-involved regret
and i know i know you less than
anyone you ever met
and it shouldn't be an issue
and i should get over it
but the fact remains i miss you
cos you were my favourite twit
every day when i log on
to twitter the first thing i do
is open lists and click upon
the link that takes me straight to you
in futile hope that you've returned
as if you'd never been away
to the social medium you spurned
eighteen months ago today
i know you had your reasons
and i know they're pretty sound
and i know that my worries and
wishes you were still around
are just selfish expressions
of a self-involved regret
and i know i know you less than
anyone you ever met
and it shouldn't be an issue
and i should get over it
but the fact remains i miss you
cos you were my favourite twit
24 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LXI
three "must get here"s
i)
predicting
our
reunion
thus
holding
off
sleep
ii)
alone
this
home's
oddly
silent
iii)
attended
radius
another
minute
inches
slowly
i)
predicting
our
reunion
thus
holding
off
sleep
ii)
alone
this
home's
oddly
silent
iii)
attended
radius
another
minute
inches
slowly
75PoWriMo - LX
(appropriated) bedroom windows
and it starts like this
i look through the glass
know every detail of the facade yet nothing
that's behind what light bounces from
life passes by in a blur
but this view is immobile
it is my permanent backdrop
still and stoic as the vortex
sucks the details into oblivion
and it starts like this
i look through the glass
know every detail of the facade yet nothing
that's behind what light bounces from
life passes by in a blur
but this view is immobile
it is my permanent backdrop
still and stoic as the vortex
sucks the details into oblivion
75PoWriMo - LIX
a mundane but perfect moment
swarming
with the commuter shoal this morning
through the crowded concourse
i was on course
for an architecturally-haired young man wearing
a cheap ill-fitting suit who was staring
at the cleaners' cart
from which he was maybe eight men apart
at this point the soundtrack in my cans
began
the gentle drum roll intro to a tune
the timing could not have been more opportune
i watched as the young man raised up
his empty take-away cappuccino cup
and with laudable insouciance and a quick
half-disguised flick
of his wrist propelled the rubbish toward that bin
slowly trundling away from him
and as i watched as that tumbling cup fell
the music in my ears started to swell
and as i watched it glide
into its goal without touching the sides
the song kicked in its first sforzando chord
i had to fight my hands not to applaud
the young man's stony face allowed a tiny grin
of triumph in celebration of this win
literally as soon as this happened i thought that i finally had a way to use this title supplied to me by the lovely @likecrazypaving
swarming
with the commuter shoal this morning
through the crowded concourse
i was on course
for an architecturally-haired young man wearing
a cheap ill-fitting suit who was staring
at the cleaners' cart
from which he was maybe eight men apart
at this point the soundtrack in my cans
began
the gentle drum roll intro to a tune
the timing could not have been more opportune
i watched as the young man raised up
his empty take-away cappuccino cup
and with laudable insouciance and a quick
half-disguised flick
of his wrist propelled the rubbish toward that bin
slowly trundling away from him
and as i watched as that tumbling cup fell
the music in my ears started to swell
and as i watched it glide
into its goal without touching the sides
the song kicked in its first sforzando chord
i had to fight my hands not to applaud
the young man's stony face allowed a tiny grin
of triumph in celebration of this win
literally as soon as this happened i thought that i finally had a way to use this title supplied to me by the lovely @likecrazypaving
23 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LVIII
the most underrated delicacy
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
75PoWriMo - LVII
my city is an archipelago
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
75PoWriMo - LVI
perspective
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
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