Tag: artist

caught without umbrellas (20160727)

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neither of us thought to bring
an umbrella
though all the signs were there
dark, sullen clouds in your eyes
and the thunder of silence
rolling between us

i pull my coat around me
and you do the same
with your own coat
self-comfort without any warmth

i make an umbrella for you
out of my bones
stretch my skin across the ribs
and this rain falls
red as a river of regrets
and never gets you wet

falls as red as everything that
ever entered or exited my heart
my cloud-shaped heart
and you are untouched

——

——

for Jane Dougherty Writes
Poetry challenge #41: In the rain
Franz Marc In the Rain(Im Regen) (1912)
[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

sojourn in flesh (20160725)

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i want to be made of metal
and electricity
i wouldn’t mind the rust so much
if i knew it were coming
if i could clean and polish
the rivets and oil the joints

but unlike the woodsman
i can do without the heart
with it’s complicated gears
incessant ticking
always needing a gentle hand
to turn the key to keep it beating

even better, a data bank
–please, god, not the cloud–
would be a fine sanctuary
to store my mind
to let my consciousness expand
i promise i won’t
launch any nuclear anything
or ever go rogue
i won’t even bother you
asking for a game of chess

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Sanctuary

eye of the devil (20160723)

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the sun hangs angry and red
two hands above the horizon
like a sleepy devil’s eye
burning through smokey clouds

though soft and orange
i am punished for looking
it scars the inside eyelids
i see its echo when i close my eyes

i will see its echo
when i sleep
and dream blind

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Punishment

sunset and messages (20160722)

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we saw no angels only
the aftermath of their
swords cutting the air

orange sunset through
clouds of distant smoke
and somewhere a single

dog barking
__________i hope someone
threw that loud bastard
a bone to calm him down

as for the angels–well
they can carve up heaven
as they see fit

there aren’t enough
actual souls down here
to complain about it

reunion (20160721)

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waiting in the airport
for the arrivals
but so is everyone here

two young women
lean over the walkway
one dressed for summer
one dressed for seduction

who are they waiting for
i wonder to myself
before i once again
let my phone distract me

but i keep returning to them
she’s dressed in a way
that means someone
is getting lucky tonight

finally he appears
some young adonis
swarthy to her pale skin
all smiles when she rushes
and leaps into his arms
wrapping her legs around his waist
while she kisses him
and her summer friend
dutifully records this reunion
with her phone

i wonder if she’s bitter
that she’s holding the phone
or is she happy for her friends
knowing that she’ll be driving
while tangle up in the back seat

Open Mic for July, Redux

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Hey, you should head over to the open mic page for July RIGHT NOW because I just added two new readings. One about a monster who might just be an angel of mercy, and another a trip down memory lane. You’ll have to go to the page to see them.

And WHILE YOU’RE THERE, feel to leave a comment, and consider making a donation to my crusade to fill up this summer with the voices of poets.

immoveable feast (20160719)

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the outside should be hard
the inside soft
like a marshmallow wrapped
in a tortoise shell
once used to foretell the future

something fatty
something greasy
something brittle that will
shatter between my molars

i long to grind it up
powder the marrow
against my teeth
saving the last part
the blood part
for the end

when the eighth month comes
there will be hunger

——

for
The Daily Post
Daily Prompt: Feast