every word i wrote
burned through the sheet
ashes to ashes
each scribble left a scorch mark
every letter was your name
every word was your heart
pages and pages of flames
under my fingers
and i didn’t even mind
the heat
we all fail downward
Tag: creative writing
Poem 20160302
basho’s ancient frog
too tired to sing a love song
leaps into the grass
——
Poem 20160301b
the farther away
someone is from you
increases how much
you miss them
you must be
on the other side
of the universe
if gravity
didn’t operate
on an inverse square
my atoms
would be torn apart
by the distance between us
——
#LYPoetry Prompt
Day 19: farsickness
@amandatorroni and @tylerkentwhite
Poem 20160301
a flash of silver
moon dancing on still water
lake after midnight
——
RonovanWrites
Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt
Challenge 86 Flash&Dance
Poem 20160229
it was quiet and i was bored
maybe lonely
so i took out my phone and dialed
the oldest number in my contacts
–we’re sorry
the universe is busy tonight
or can’t come to the phone
please leave a message
and the universe will get back to you
as soon as possible
i hung up, annoyed
she always had something else
going on
and i think my messages always
wound up in a black hole
——
#LYPoetry prompt
Day 29 – The Universe is busy tonight
@amandatorroni and @tylerkentwhite
Poem 20160228
to the people i have loved
my apologies for
how much that love
has cost you
–opportunities you have missed
–other loves
–all that time
and i’m sorry also
for the love that
you may have wasted
on me
i never meant
to let it slip between
my fingers
i was too afraid
to close my hands
Poem 20160227
we wind up
strangers with knowledge
of past lives
we wind up
like toys, both marching blindly
near the table’s edge
Poem 20160226c
in shorthand
i nod
you nod
shake my head
a shake of your own
this warm familiarity
each of us a lung
drawing the same breath
in one body
moving beyond recounting
or even paraphrasing
our dreams
Poem 20160226b
in the graveyard in my chest
buried things
we don’t say anymore
decay
a reliquary of abandoned words
discarded phrases
each bound by
invisible threads
unbreakable threads
to that singular muscle
also trapped in my chest
with no shovel
to break the frozen ground
i try to dig them out
using my fingers
but pull back hands
broken, bloody, covered in bites
where the silence set its teeth
Poem 20160226
on the iron rails
long after the trains have passed
the echo of bells
Words and Feathers 